Wolf President Hooks Up

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

…

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 if I find out

as he followed

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

just a bunch of junk! It’s not even enough to pay for the time it

talking to

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

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

Kenneth’s shoulder

and was waiting respectfully for the boss to

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

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

his hands

…

than her

sure there were no catchers behind her, and only then did Rylee

otherwise I would be dead for sure this time…

with her hand. Her legs were

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

one of its wheels

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

forehead with the back of

cocked her head in thought and wondered

mean, but why was she so scared when she saw

the kind of brutality on that old man was

…

Pfft.

wine in Manfred Shawn’s mouth

you’re

kind of person who cares about what others think of you. Even if someone called you gramps, you wouldn’t bother

Timothy for his cruelty, he never took it seriously

…

you. Even if someone called you

and lowered his eyes,

odious that girl stubbornly called

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

smiled gently, “Timothy, what you mind is not how she called you, right? But that girl’s perception

his eyebrow and finished a glass of wine

always so polite

to change the conversation, “Are

“When is it?”

Saturday, man! Didn’t I tell you a long time ago? I can’t believe you didn’t take

I’ll try to

the dart on the table and threw

the bullseye of the dartboard seven metres