Wolf President Hooks Up

Armand and the others escorted Timothy towards the car, and Kenneth walked side by side with Timothy while continuing to babble, “I’m telling the truth. That brat is agile in her actions, but she’s just not ruthless enough. She had not many strengths in her kicking. Otherwise, those three black girls wouldn’t have been able to beat her.”

Armand couldn’t help but interject, “Mr. Keith, they aren’t black.”

“Oh, they’re not black, but almost the same. Right, Timothy?”

Timothy didn’t say a word, just put on his sunglasses and smiled.

Brook was stunned for a moment before he remembered and chased after these valuable guests to see them off.

Manfred turned his face to look at the still dumbfounded Rylee, furrowed his brows, not saying anything, and followed to send Timothy.

Daphne held Andrea, and the three sisters glared hard at Rylee before leaving together.

Joseph sighed, “These three are so annoying like flies always arguing with you all day long.”

Rylee was unimpressed, taking down the handkerchief from the corner of her mouth, spreading it out, and looking at it.

In one corner of the handkerchief, there was a name embroidered in black with fine stitching.

Mr. Wheeler’s handkerchief.

“Men use handkerchiefs too? Do people still use handkerchiefs?” Rylee said to herself in disbelief.

Joseph also had a look at the handkerchief and said, “Men with quality of life use perfume and handkerchiefs.”

“But Mr. Wheeler doesn’t look like a man with joie de vivre. He’s mean as if he’s about to break anyone’s neck at any moment.”

Joseph sighed, “Rylee, your mouth is bleeding. It is said that spittle can stop the bleeding and reduce inflammation. How about I lick your wound and use my spit on it?”

“Get lost! Or I’ll kill you!”

Rylee puffed up her little cheeks.

Joseph scratched his head, chuckling.

After the wedding ceremony, the Carrolls’ Manor regained peace.

“Deborah, this is a silk scarf for you, specially chosen by Andrea and me.” Daphne called out to Deborah fawningly.

Andrea followed, “Yes, Deborah. You’d look perfect wearing this silk scarf.”

“You guys are so attentive. I’m so touched in my heart. Thank you.” Deborah happily took the silk scarf.

…

Caroline handed over a jewellery box, “Deborah, Andrea and Daphne give you a silk scarf, then I’ll give you a hair ornament. It’s beautiful with it on your head.”

“Caroline, you’re so kind. I’m so happy, thank you.” Deborah took the box and opened it, revealing a smile.

It was a very beautiful hair ornament. It was set with diamonds and pricey too.

Rylee happened to raise her eyes to look

and sorting through a

come here for a moment. Dad has something to say to you.” Brook stood at the door of the study and beckoned to

got up and walked into the study under the scrutinising gaze of

is indeed

stack of gift sheets on the desk. He must have just been using a calculator

knew was

the middle of the study with an uncooperative expression, “Are you going to criticise me for fighting with Andrea

“Not at all. I’m

you feel humiliated, right? Are you going

could I beat you? You’ve been rebellious since young, and I care for

exactly are you going to say? Hurry up, and

twice and said tentatively, “So… you

look. She

Wheeler talk to you

do I know what he’s

bid on several big

I’ve already said that I don’t know

lost for words. After thinking about it, he nodded, waved his hand, and

me to get business for his

a living? But I think that Mr. Wheeler is not going to ask you for the car repair

“I hope so. I hope that Mr. Wheeler will forget

large

on chairs watching the

…

point for us to

still uncomfortable with my back from the fall by the boss

hands with Armand,

then continued watching the fight inside

wearing sweatpants and a tight vest

at those muscles when

attractive as he lifted his legs and rolled

to mention women, can’t help but get

beautiful, but unfortunately, there was always a

attacked, surrounding Timothy in

a butterfly, tumbling through the crowd, and the

minutes, the field became

was so powerful

just a short while before those martial arts practitioners

shouting, “Boss! Just tell the truth, are you an alien

handed

to wipe the sweat off his face and tilted his head to drink the

“You deserve to lose your

by you. With your

Armand’s hand. Without aiming, he fired

was brought over, every shot hit the bullseye without