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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.”

longer looked at Kenneth, walked towards Armand and ordered faintly, “Take the vehicle to

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Bugatti is still new and it’s like this now. That little brat is so damned! I’ll

babbled as he

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

worth it? It’s just a bunch of junk! It’s not even enough to

talking

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

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

that, he bumped Kenneth’s

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

unsatisfactorily, “But why, boss? Why did you let that brat get away with it? There has to be a reason, right? Is

a piece of transparent tape over Kenneth’s mouth, “Boss ordered you not to speak or make a sound

his hands in great

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

and only then did Rylee dare to stop, patting her

and skilful, otherwise I would be

her hand. Her legs were almost cramping

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

money for one of its wheels was an

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

back of her hand and let out a

head in thought

didn’t look mean, but why was she so scared when

it. Perhaps the kind of brutality on

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Pfft.

in Manfred Shawn’s mouth

you say? Old man? You said the thing you’re

of person. You’re not the kind of person who cares about what others think of you. Even if someone called you gramps,

cruelty, he never took it seriously and

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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 so much when

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

stubbornly called him an old

of the way Rylee spoke, Timothy lifted his glass and

is not how she called you, right? But that girl’s perception of

his eyebrow and finished a glass

who was always so

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

“When is it?”

Didn’t I tell you a long time ago?

I’ll try

dart on the table

went firmly into the bullseye