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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

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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

babbled as he

he walked, “Not the Bugatti. It’s

Why! Why would that brat’s shitty car need to be repaired? Is it worth it? It’s just a bunch of junk! It’s not even

talking to

to stop Timothy, “Boss! Let me ask you, you could have dodged that brat’s kick and punch. Why did you

replied to him earnestly, “I’m happy to do

he bumped Kenneth’s shoulder and continued

was waiting respectfully for the boss

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

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

waved his hands in great

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better than her best time when she participated

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

I would be

her hand. Her legs were almost cramping for

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

the money for one of its wheels was an

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

from her forehead with the back of her hand

head in thought

beautiful than a woman, that old man didn’t look mean, but

thinking about it, Rylee finally realised it. Perhaps the kind of brutality on

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Pfft.

in

did you say? Old man? You said the thing you’re torn about is

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

scolded Timothy for his cruelty, he never took it seriously and just did what he had to

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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 only twenty-six,

that girl stubbornly called

of the way Rylee spoke, Timothy lifted his glass and finished the

“Timothy, what you mind is not how she called

but merely raised his eyebrow

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

and took the initiative to change the conversation,

“When is it?”

long time ago? I can’t believe you didn’t take

try

dart on the table and threw it

into the bullseye of the dartboard