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?”

was stunned and smiled,

that, Manfred closed the

Rylee was dumbfounded.

‘A family?’

her sister,

foolish to overthink in his

climbed into bed and wrapped herself tightly

that she was so lonely and scared of not having

would have

that

as she was in a daze,

which bastard calling at this hour.’ She had forgotten to turn off the phone before

say, there was no one else who could have disturbed her without any sense

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? What do you want? Speak! If not, I’ll take

a moment

asleep again

a deep voice entered

Rylee’s eyes opened up!

was not Joseph’s

“Who, who are you?”

the other side pursued her, “Which handsome guy did you dream

to have a

it have to do with you for who I’m dreaming of? Do you know it’s immoral

phone calls in the

them deserves to

the phone and go back to sleep, when she heard a few words come out, “It’s

froze for a moment, then once again widened her eyes and sat

“Timothy.”

widened her

she get it right? It

Are you sure you’re

of the earphones, “How can I be

as Timothy’s voice was so unique and deep. So, it was

Wheeler, how did you know my mobile

that brat Joseph who betrayed her, she would definitely post

…

night with a smile on his lips. He seemed to be in a very good mood, “Your mobile phone number

they are gangsters, and this was just a piece of cake to

sad. ‘Why was Mr. Wheeler a triad leader? If he’s just an ordinary

gangster, and this move would

said pitifully, “Mr. Wheeler, what do you want to

almost laughed out

She was so

“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,

a sigh of relief, “Oh, that’s

about four hundred

hundred thousand? That much?” Rylee

you ready to pay

whole body was trembling, “How do I pay? I haven’t

loud,

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