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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

…

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

as he

he walked, “Not the Bugatti.

It’s just a bunch of

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 did you let her get away

to him

saying that, he bumped Kenneth’s shoulder and continued to stride

had already opened the car door and was

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

over Kenneth’s mouth, “Boss

waved his hands in great

…

in one go, better than

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

skilful, otherwise I would

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

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

the money for one of its

Bugatti and any guy touched it a little,

wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and

head in thought

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

…

Pfft.

wine in Manfred Shawn’s

said the thing you’re torn about

person. You’re not the kind of person who cares about what others think of

cruelty, he never took it seriously and just did what he

…

of person who cares about what others think of you. Even if someone called you gramps, you

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

stubbornly called him an

Rylee spoke, Timothy lifted his glass and finished the wine in

not how she

his eyebrow and finished a glass of

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

the initiative to change the conversation, “Are you going to

“When is it?”

I tell you a long time ago? I

try

grabbed the dart on the table and

dart went firmly into the bullseye of