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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.”

walked towards Armand and ordered faintly, “Take the vehicle to

…

That little brat is so damned! I’ll make sure

as he followed

Bugatti.

be repaired? Is it worth it? It’s just a bunch of junk! It’s

stopped talking to

about it with a frown on his face. He suddenly took a few quick steps to stop Timothy, “Boss! Let me ask you, you could have dodged that brat’s kick and punch. Why

replied to him

saying that, he bumped Kenneth’s shoulder

the car door and was

“But why, boss? Why did you let that brat get

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

waved his

…

ran out far away in one go, better than her best time when she participated

no catchers behind her, and only then did Rylee dare to stop,

would be dead for sure this time…

found a stool to sit down, fanning herself with her hand. Her

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

one of

and any guy touched it a little, she would

back of her hand and

in thought

that old man didn’t look mean, but why

Rylee finally realised it. Perhaps the kind of brutality on

…

Pfft.

of wine in Manfred Shawn’s mouth

you’re

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

Timothy for his cruelty, he never took it seriously and just did

…

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

with his wine glass and lowered his eyes, “I’m only

girl stubbornly called

Timothy lifted his glass and finished the wine in

“Timothy, what you mind is not how she called you, right? But that girl’s perception

reply but merely raised his eyebrow and finished

nature, unlike Manfred, who was always so polite and gentle. Timothy rarely

the initiative to change the conversation, “Are

“When is it?”

you a long time ago? I can’t believe you didn’t take it to

I’ll try

on the table

the bullseye of the dartboard