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Timothy cast a glance at the bathroom and answered calmly. “Do you want to speak to Rylee? She’s bathing. After she finishes, I’ll ask her to call you back.”

“What on earth happened? Why is Rylee in your house? What’s going on?” Manfred roared anxiously.

“Well,” Timothy said calmly, “Manfred, are you accusing me?”

Manfred exhaled. “I’m not accusing you, Timothy. I’m anxious.”

“Why are you so anxious? Rylee is supposed to be the safest in my place, isn’t she? No one else is as powerful as I am to take care of her.” Timothy’s eyes were full of hostility.

“Rylee is still young, Timothy. She should stay home today.”

“Rylee isn’t a kid any longer, Manfred. She’s a grownup already. She has the right to make her own decisions, doesn’t she? Manfred, you care about Rylee so much. Has it exceeded the normal boundary already?”

Manfred was taken aback for a long time. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Timothy, that’s what I want to speak to you. Why do you care so much about Rylee with such an identity and social status? Your care for her also has exceeded the normal boundary.”

Timothy raised his eyebrows. “No one can doubt the things I want to do. No one can stop me from doing it. I believe you should know it well.”

Manfred panted in excitement. “Only Rylee is the exception.”

Timothy directly hung up the phone. He was lost in thought while peeping out of the window.

He wondered if Manfred wanted to compete with him.

Suddenly, someone patted on his bedroom door crazily. Then the door was open. Armand captured Kenneth, trying to take him away. But the latter crazily scratched on the door. Seeing them, Timothy felt a migraine and rubbed between his brows.

“What’s going on?” he asked unhappily.

“Boss! Boss! Why do you want to kick us away? Please don’t!” Kenneth howled.

Armand roared, “Shame on you! Look what mess you’ve made in the living room. It’s like a film set for porn. How nasty!”

Kenneth sniffed. “Boss, you’ve kept Amy staying here. Please let me stay as well. Please. I won’t do it again. I’ll behave myself.”

Timothy sneered. “Amy? She should be in your car trunk now.”

“What?” Kenneth gaped.

Timothy said in disdain, “I can find that kind of woman easily on the street. Do you think I’m so low as you are? You only have three seconds to vanish from my sight. Or...”

His threatening tone and angry gaze made Kenneth shiver in fear.

Kenneth raised his hand and said quickly, “Good night, Boss. I can go in less than three seconds. Bye!”

Bang! The door was closed. Everything went back to silence.

As soon as Kenneth and his companions left, the strict cleaning was started on the first floor.

washing, and

butler ordered the servants to start

taking a

by Timothy. She wondered what

those scenes in the romance novel, he should have given me the shirt, shouldn’t he? What should I do now? Will I go out naked to look for

opened the bathroom door for a crack and peeped out. In embarrassment,

immediately answered, “Am I

room. Then she couldn’t sneak out naked to look

you done, Little

from the bathroom, he heard

Why? Are

she stammered, “Uh... Hmm...

and added, “Let me tell you. Don’t give me your shirt as the pajama. Or,

“All right, Big Thing?”

thing? I’m no

see. Then

enjoyed

Rylee became so frustrated.

fun of herself. It seemed she

she was with Joseph, she was always at the upper hand. When she was with Timothy, however, she was the one who was made fun of. She

and walked to the bathroom door. Rylee immediately said in fear, “You can’t come

go in even if you invite me. You are not a supermodel. There’s nothing on you that attracts me. If I entered, my eyes would be abused. Here

the clothes in through the door

“What? How dare you look down on me? I’m not a supermodel, but I’m not so bad as you said. Turns out you are only interested in supermodels, huh? Men are

the clothes up, only to find a set of pink casual

a round collar

roared, “Timothy Wheeler! How dare you! You gave me your mistress’s pajamas.

choked by her words. “My mistress?

do you

we? You didn’t pay attention earlier. I also bought you some lingerie. Try them on to see if

end, Timothy curled up his lips

she took a look at the clothes in her

to

bought her the

cup, Size C. Sure enough, Mr. Wheeler was a playboy. He even guessed her cup

you know my

her bosom in anger

on the clothes, she gracefully walked out of

want to be killed by second-hand smoke. Hurry and

in anger, “How

out the cigarette in the

on the mattress. Then she recalled something

a needle under your butt?” Timothy was