Wolf President Hooks Up

Rylee gritted his teeth, “One pair a day? What am I, a shoe model? Well, for seven days a week, why don't you round it up to seven pairs, so that I can wear one pair a day for real!”

Unexpectedly, Timothy snapped his fingers, “Fine, then seven pairs it is.”

Then he went on to choose the seventh pair of shoes. Rylee could only frown and lament.

Armand sighed along with her.

When all of them came out of the mall, there was a mighty crowd following them just to deliver things.

Rylee sighed, looking tired and exhausted. “Not even an upstart would spend money like this, right? We look like wholesalers.”

Timothy corrected Rylee, “Girl, I’m not an upstart. I’ve been rich for a long, long time.”

Rylee wiped her cold sweat and followed him to get into the car.

Rylee looked at her phone and exclaimed, “Oh my God, it’s already past eight o’clock. When I go to your house and get a little familiar with the situation, I should go home. I can’t stay outside too late.”

Timothy frowned, and spoke gently but very firmly, “You don’t need to go back to your house today. You can just stay in my house.”

“Oh...huh? What?” Rylee’s eyes popped wide open. “Stay in your house? How could it be possible? I can’t do that!”

Timothy turned his gorgeous face at her, “What? Are you still planning to rush back at night during the two days of work when you work at my house?”

“Of course, or else what are you planning?” Rylee raised her face and looked back at Timothy.

Ah, well, Timothy’s eyelashes were quite long. When he looked at someone, his eyes seemed to be able to generate electricity. Well, it looked like Kaede Rukawa’s eyes.

Hey, Rylee, you were distracted. Shame on you!

Timothy was not very happy. “Then you can call your father and tell him that you will live outside every weekend.”

“What? Tell my dad? What are you kidding me? My dad won’t agree! He would definitely scold me to death if I didn’t go home all night as a freshman. No, no, definitely not.”

“Just tell him that you are work-studying in my company. And you don’t need to go back to your dorm at weekends.”

“That won’t work! It’s impossible. I have to go home at night, and I can’t live in your house. It’s outrageous.”

Timothy was silent for a while, but he then took out his cell phone directly. After a short while of searching, he found a number and dialed.

“Manfred, it’s me, Timothy.”

Timothy’s faint tone startled Rylee.

Ah, who was he talking to?

Manfred Shawn?

What exactly did Timothy Wheeler want to do?

Damn, she was about to go crazy!

Rylee crouched on the seat, trying to be the same height as Timothy. With her two hands stretching out like crazy, her hands swayed vigorously in front of Timothy, meanwhile she kept on making lip-sync gestures: No, stop talking!

unaffected, and kept on with the

phone. Timothy leaned back while Rylee was crawling over. While crawling, the whole body of Rylee rested on

using his martial arts skills to prevent Rylee from reaching the phone, and said in a calm tone, “That’s right, Rylee is going to work and study in my company. Yes, it is Rylee Carroll, she needs to stay at my place at weekend. Tell your brother-in-law. I think your brother-in-law will not disagree

Rylee

about this. You can relax and live

Rylee’s

us? Why are you deciding this for me? Why are you telling Manfred about this? Why don’t you let me go home?

Does it matter so

screaming, “Really, if Manfred knows about this, what would he think of me? What if he thinks I am

all her anger, not even noticing how terrifying

job about cleaning up the house for you? Why do you have to mess around with all these? And you force me to live your house! It sucks! What the hell

his thin lips

Creak!

what had happened, so he immediately stepped on the

bodyguards behind all stopped with ear-piercing

complaining in shock, and looked at Timothy’s

even look at Rylee. He then opened the door and got out of the car with a

“Timothy!”

realized what she had

must have said

complaining too

would be angry, let alone a

Mr. Wheeler is really angry and order his men

anyone you want, but why the hell did you want to

Armand yelled anxiously, “Boss!”

deep breath, and said, “Armand, you take

Armand murmured, “Boss...”

Boss, please calm down!

begged, “Mr. Wheeler, please don’t get mad! Oops, sorry, Timothy, please don’t be angry,

back or say anything. He closed the car door

pitifully, biting her fingers and muttering to herself, “He is really pissed off? But I really didn’t mean to

upset? What do you mean by that! How could you say such thing? How could you yell at our boss like this? No one dare complain or scold our boss! How dare you! Boss is so kind to you, buying all those clothes and shoes for you. He has never cared about anyone like this, except you! Why are you

oh please. Don’t scold me

afraid of Timothy as the gang leader. He might just throw

just turned around and drove in

anger, “How can there be a woman like you in this world? We are so unlucky!

row, pouting her mouth, trembling. “Mr. Armand, would Mr. Wheeler go mad and simply kill

was furious and

lip tightly, and finally, she burst into

didn’t want to die. She

Armand was dumbfounded now.

was Timothy's woman. It would

might

I said was true. You are very safe, okay? You are even safer

he got into the next car with a grim

about Manfred Shawn in

she like Manfred Shawn