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Rylee puffed up her cheeks and screamed regardless, “What the hell is wrong with you, old man. You’re as assiduous as a school counsellor, but you are not satisfied with my apologies. Don’t you just want to kill me? Then come on! Come on! Do it!”

Rylee shouted, even tilting her head towards Timothy as if calling him to chop her head off.

Timothy couldn’t help but laugh out.

Before he could speak, Rylee suddenly jumped up and stomped Timothy’s shoe, then raised her arm to hit Timothy on the chin. After that, she turned around and ran away like a squirrel.

She panicked as she ran away.

Rylee was running in the direction of Armand.

Kenneth widened his eyes in disbelief.

Gosh, what had he just seen? The greatest warrior, Timothy Wheeler, had taken a beating?

Who was Timothy?

He was a warrior with extraordinary powers!

He could even take out dozens of special forces soldiers with his bare hands!

Had that naive girl just beaten up Timothy just now?

“Hey! Damn girl! You, uppity brat! Do you know who you hit? You want your ancestors to get killed?”

Kenneth shouted behind Rylee.

“Her ancestors have long died.” Timothy corrected Kenneth with a smirk.

Kenneth froze, “You’re right.”

Only after saying that did he think of another problem and shouted over to Armand, “Armand! Stop that brat! Get her!”

The girl was running in the direction of Armand.

Armand was just about to make his move, but he saw Timothy raise his right hand to keep him from moving. So, Armand pretended to be a passer-by again and watched Rylee ran past him.

“Hey! Boss! What’s wrong with you! Why didn’t you let Armand catch her? Why let her go?” Kenneth was so anxious that he was stamping his feet and scratching his head.

When he looked up at the tall and powerful Timothy, he saw that the boss had a slight smile on his face.

‘No way! Is the boss smiling?’

Timothy narrowed his eyes, looking at the fading figure of Rylee, gently opened his mouth, “She looks like a middle school student.”

“Oh… What? Boss, what did you just say?”

Kenneth picked his ears and looked askance at Timothy.

Only then Timothy turned to look at Kenneth, flicked his index finger at Kenneth’s forehead and said, “Will you die if you don’t speak?”

Kenneth looked aggrieved, “Boss, I haven’t even spoken at this point. It’s only you nagging with that brat.”

no longer looked at Kenneth, walked towards Armand and ordered faintly,

…

and it’s like this now. That little brat is

as

he walked, “Not the Bugatti. It’s the mountain bike to take to be

car need to be repaired? Is it worth it? It’s just a bunch of junk! It’s not even

talking to

suddenly took a few quick steps to stop Timothy, “Boss! Let me ask you, you could have dodged that

and replied to him earnestly, “I’m

bumped Kenneth’s shoulder and

had already opened the car door and was waiting respectfully

did you let that brat get away with it? There has to be a reason, right? Is

mouth, “Boss ordered you not to speak or make a sound for

Kenneth waved his

…

far away in one go, better than her

there were no catchers behind her, and only then did Rylee dare to stop, patting her chest

would be dead for sure this time… Whoo,

herself with her hand. Her legs were almost cramping for such

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

one of its wheels

any guy touched it a little, she would probably be mad enough to

her forehead with the back of her hand and let out

in thought

a woman, that old man didn’t look mean, but why

it. Perhaps the kind of brutality on that old man was the so-called

…

Pfft.

wine in Manfred Shawn’s mouth

say? Old man? You said the thing you’re torn about is that girl

You’re not the kind of person who cares about what others think of you. Even if someone called you gramps, you wouldn’t bother about it. But why do you mind so much when this

for his cruelty, he never took it seriously and

…

you don’t look like this kind of person. You’re not the kind of person who cares about what others think of you. Even if someone called you gramps, you wouldn’t bother about it. But why do you mind so much when this girl calls you

fingers played with his wine glass and lowered his eyes, “I’m only twenty-six,

that girl stubbornly

way Rylee spoke, Timothy lifted his glass

smiled gently, “Timothy, what you mind is not how she called you, right?

didn’t reply but merely raised his eyebrow and

cold by nature, unlike Manfred, who was always so polite and gentle. Timothy rarely smiled and was naturally

initiative to change the conversation, “Are you going

“When is it?”

time ago? I can’t believe you didn’t take

I’ll try

the dart on the table

into the bullseye of the dartboard seven metres