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!

with the conversation,

herself forward to try to snatch Timothy’s phone. Timothy

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

hung up, and Rylee collapsed

finished talking, Manfred agreed. He will tell your father about this. You can relax and live in

Rylee’s

interfere with this? What makes you the boss here and judge us? Why are you deciding this for me? Why are you telling Manfred about this? Why don’t you let me

snarled, “What? Does it matter so

screaming, “Really, if Manfred knows about this, what would

anger, not even noticing

do you have to mess around with all these? And you force me to live your house! It sucks! What the hell is in your mind?

thin lips

Creak!

had happened, so he

cars of bodyguards behind all stopped

and looked at

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

“Timothy!”

realized what

She must have

she complaining

people would be angry, let alone a gang leader who was ruling the whole

God, what if Mr. Wheeler is really angry and order his men to kill

you want, but why the hell did you

Armand yelled anxiously, “Boss!”

his back to Rylee, took a deep breath,

Armand murmured, “Boss...”

Boss, please calm down!

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

or say anything. He closed the car door and walked to

back pitifully, biting her fingers and muttering to herself, “He is really pissed

dare complain or scold our boss! How dare you! Boss is so kind to you, buying all those

and was about to cry. “Mr. Armand, oh please. Don’t scold me for that. The more you talk about

Timothy as the gang leader. He might just throw her into the river

it just turned around and drove in

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

“Mr. Armand, would Mr.

was furious and

and finally,

didn’t want to die. She didn’t

Armand was dumbfounded now.

was Timothy's woman. It would be a serious mistake

life might be

crying? I was only joking. None of what I said was true. You are very safe, okay? You are even

the next car with a grim

so much about

Manfred Shawn