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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.”

Armand and ordered faintly,

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course it needs to be fixed! The Bugatti is still new and it’s like this now. That little brat is so

as

the Bugatti. It’s the mountain bike

Why would that brat’s shitty car need to be repaired? Is it worth it? It’s just a bunch

stopped talking to

“Boss! Let me ask you, you could have dodged that brat’s kick

Kenneth seriously and replied to him earnestly, “I’m happy

he bumped Kenneth’s shoulder and continued

the car door and was waiting respectfully for the

boss? Why did you let that brat get away with it?

mouth, “Boss ordered

his hands

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

sure there were no catchers behind her, and only

that I’m smart and skilful, otherwise I would be

a stool to sit down, fanning herself with her hand. Her legs were almost cramping for such an

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

of its wheels was

had a Bugatti and any guy touched it a little, she would probably be mad enough

with the back of her hand and let

head in

woman, that old man didn’t look mean, but why was she so

it, Rylee finally realised it. Perhaps the kind

…

Pfft.

in Manfred

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

others think of you. Even

his cruelty, he never took

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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

with his wine glass and lowered his eyes,

that girl stubbornly

his glass and finished the

how she called you, right? But that girl’s perception of

didn’t reply but merely raised his eyebrow and

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

Timothy and took the initiative to change the conversation, “Are you going to my

“When is it?”

I tell you a long time ago? I can’t believe you didn’t

I’ll try

grabbed the dart on the table

into the bullseye of