Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 561: Claiming the Cost of Car Repairs

There was a knock on the door.

“Who’s it?”

Rylee looked at her watch. It was nine o’clock.

“Are you asleep?”

A nice soft voice came from outside.

Hmm? Rylee frowned, ‘How come it sounded like Manfred’s voice?’

Thinking that Manfred was Deborah’s brother, Rylee didn’t want to bother with him anymore.

“I’ve already gone to bed. If there’s anything, let’s talk tomorrow.”

Just as Rylee finished speaking, the door of the room was opened by Manfred. Rylee was sitting on the floor in her pyjamas, with a book in her hand. Apparently, she had a hasty face for lying.

Manfred smiled as he walked in, “Oh, so you’re ready to sleep on the floor like a dog, huh?”

Rylee pouted, “I’m going to sleep soon.”

“Have a glass of milk before you sleep. It strengthens your bones and promotes growth.” Manfred handed over a glass of milk.

Rylee frowned, “I don’t even drink milk these days.”

Ever since the first day she came to the Carrolls’ Manor and was poisoned by the three Carroll sisters, she had stopped drinking milk.

Manfred thought for a moment as if he knew what Rylee was thinking. He tasted the milk that he brought over first, saying, “This milk is very fresh. It’s not the kind sold in the market. It’s fresh milk that was milked directly from the cow, and there’s nothing added to it. Have a try. It’s very good.”

Manfred was as passionate as a milk seller.

Rylee couldn’t resist Manfred’s gentle gaze. Her heart softened, and she took it over, taking a small sip. It was indeed tasty. It had been a long time since she had drunk milk. Rylee found it flavourful and gulped down all the milk.

She burped after drinking it.

Manfred chuckled and naturally pulled over tissue to wipe the corner of Rylee’s mouth.

Rylee was stunned by Manfred’s action.

Suddenly she thought of her mother again.

This was how her mother looked at her tenderly, feeding her milk and wiping the corners of her mouth with such affection.

…

But why she could always feel the scent of her mother from Manfred?

Rylee suddenly wanted to cry.

Manfred touched Rylee’s head and said gently, “If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to me, and I will try my best to help you. Don’t bury it all in your heart. Learn to speak up. Alright, it’s time for you to sleep. See you tomorrow.”

Manfred was about to close the door when Rylee suddenly raised her eyes to look at him and said, “Manfred?”

“Huh?” Manfred leaned against the door and looked at Rylee.

“Why are you… so nice to me?”

stunned and smiled, “We’re

saying that, Manfred closed the

Rylee was dumbfounded.

‘A family?’

her was for her sister, right? Helping his sister to gain

foolish to overthink in

bed and wrapped herself

want to admit that she was so lonely and scared

would

that

she was in a daze,

hour.’ She had forgotten to turn off the phone before going to

could have disturbed her without any sense of time,

is it? What for calling me around this hour? I’m asleep, and you’re disturbing me for having a sweet dream with a handsome guy. You’re dead meat, you know?

a moment

again

voice entered her ear, “Which

Rylee’s eyes opened up!

not

“Who, who are you?”

of answering, the other side pursued her, “Which handsome

have a

get the wrong number? What does it have to do with you for who I’m dreaming

phone calls in the middle of the night deserves

them

hang up the phone and go back to sleep, when she heard a few words come out,

eyes and sat up with a huff, stammering,

“Timothy.”

widened her eyes

she get it right? It was

Are you sure you’re Mr.

earphones, “How can I be sure that I am

had identified Timothy’s voice, as Timothy’s voice was

did you

was that brat Joseph who betrayed her, she would definitely post the photos of him showing his butt as

…

in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night with a smile on his lips. He seemed to be in a very good mood, “Your mobile phone number

gangsters, and this was

leader? If he’s just an ordinary rich man, she could just deny her debt to him and fool him. So

Wheeler was a gangster, and this

do you want to tell me for calling me at this

laughed

so funny. She was so afraid

“The Bugatti…”

I know. I’m really sorry, Mr. Wheeler. The repair cost of your Bugatti must be

took a sip of wine and was in a superb mood, “It’s not

let out a sigh of relief, “Oh,

about four hundred

hundred thousand? That much?” Rylee bit her fingertips

you ready to

“How do I pay? I haven’t even thought about

almost laughed out loud, “Isn’t your father

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