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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.”

walked towards Armand and

…

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

as he

the Bugatti. It’s the

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

talking

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

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

bumped Kenneth’s shoulder

the car door and was

did you let that brat get away with it? There has to be a reason,

“Boss

his hands

…

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

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

I would be

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

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

for one of its wheels was

she had a Bugatti and any guy touched it a

back of her hand and let out a

cocked her head in thought

beautiful than a woman, that old man didn’t look mean, but why was she so

Perhaps the kind of brutality on that old man was the

…

Pfft.

mouthful of wine in Manfred Shawn’s mouth

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

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. But why do you mind so much when

he never took it

…

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

glass and lowered his

odious that girl stubbornly called him an

lifted his

smiled gently, “Timothy, what you mind is not how

raised his eyebrow and finished a glass of

who was always so polite and gentle. Timothy

change the conversation, “Are you going to my

“When is it?”

Didn’t I tell you a long time ago? I

try to

the table and threw it as he turned

into the bullseye of the