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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.”

Kenneth, walked towards Armand and ordered faintly, “Take

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little brat is so damned! I’ll make sure

as he

as he walked, “Not the Bugatti. It’s the

it? It’s just a bunch of junk!

talking

steps to stop Timothy, “Boss! Let me ask you,

at Kenneth seriously and replied to

bumped Kenneth’s

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

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

of transparent tape over Kenneth’s mouth, “Boss ordered you not to speak

his hands in

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

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

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

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

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

one of its wheels

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

wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her

in thought and

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

about it, Rylee finally realised it. Perhaps the kind of brutality on that old man was

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Pfft.

mouthful of wine in Manfred Shawn’s mouth

you’re torn about is that girl calling you old

stared at Timothy incredulously, “Timothy, 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

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

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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

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

odious that girl stubbornly called him

the way Rylee spoke, Timothy lifted his

mind is not how she called you, right? But

reply but merely raised his eyebrow and finished a glass

unlike Manfred, who was always so polite

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

“When is it?”

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

I’ll try

table and threw it as

went firmly into the bullseye of the