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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.”

towards Armand and ordered faintly,

…

That little brat is so damned! I’ll make sure to squeeze her family to fix the car if

babbled as he followed

Bugatti. It’s the mountain bike to

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

talking to

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

at Kenneth seriously and replied to him

Kenneth’s shoulder and

and was waiting respectfully for the boss

let that brat get away with

mouth, “Boss ordered you

his hands in great

…

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

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

would be dead for sure this

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

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

one of its

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

forehead with the back of her

in thought and wondered

look mean, but why

realised it. Perhaps the kind

…

Pfft.

in Manfred Shawn’s mouth

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

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 this girl calls you

Timothy for his cruelty, he never took it

…

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 wouldn’t bother about it.

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

that girl stubbornly called him

lifted his glass and finished the

not how she called you, right? But that

raised his eyebrow

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

took the initiative to change

“When is it?”

you a long time ago?

I’ll try to

on the table

went firmly into the bullseye of the dartboard seven metres