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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, “Take the

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to be fixed! The Bugatti is still new and it’s like this now. That little brat is so damned! I’ll make sure to squeeze her family to fix the car if I

babbled as he

as he walked, “Not the Bugatti. It’s

car need to be repaired? Is it worth it? It’s just a bunch of junk! It’s not even enough to pay for the time it takes to fix

talking

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 did you let her get away with

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

saying that, he bumped Kenneth’s shoulder and continued

already opened the car door and was waiting respectfully for the boss to

did you let that brat get away with it? There has to

transparent tape over Kenneth’s mouth, “Boss ordered

his hands in great

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

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

smart and skilful, otherwise I would be dead for sure this time…

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

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

money for one of its wheels was

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

sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and let out a long

cocked her head in thought and wondered

mean, but why was she

it. Perhaps the kind of

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Pfft.

in Manfred Shawn’s mouth spurted

said the thing you’re torn about

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

he never took it seriously and just

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the kind of person who cares about what others think of you. Even if someone called you gramps, you wouldn’t bother

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

stubbornly called him an

Rylee spoke, Timothy lifted his

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

raised his eyebrow and finished a

always so polite and gentle.

took the initiative to change the conversation, “Are you going to my sister’s

“When is it?”

long time ago? I

try

the table and threw it as he

the bullseye of the dartboard