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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

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

babbled as

corrected him as he walked, “Not the Bugatti. It’s the mountain bike to take to

brat’s shitty car need to be repaired? Is it worth it? It’s just a bunch of junk! It’s not even enough to pay for the time it takes to fix

stopped talking to

his face. He suddenly took a few quick steps to stop Timothy, “Boss! Let me ask you, you could have

and replied to him earnestly, “I’m

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

already opened the car door and was

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

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

his hands

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one go, better than her best time

her, and only then did Rylee dare to stop, patting

would be dead for sure this time… Whoo,

sit down, fanning herself with her hand. Her legs were almost cramping

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

for one of its wheels was an

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

the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and let out a

cocked her head in

look mean, but why was she so scared when she saw

it. Perhaps the kind of

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Pfft.

wine in Manfred Shawn’s mouth

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

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,

Timothy for his cruelty, he never took it seriously

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you. Even if someone called you

his wine glass and lowered his eyes,

stubbornly called him an old

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

what you mind is not how she called you, right? But that girl’s

didn’t reply but merely raised his eyebrow and finished a glass

so polite and gentle. Timothy rarely smiled and

the initiative to change the conversation, “Are you

“When is it?”

I tell you a long time

try

table

dart went firmly into the bullseye of the dartboard seven metres