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Rylee bulged her cheeks and said to Timothy, “Don’t talk nonsense! Manfred isn’t a Kung Fu fighter. Do you think others are all skillful as you?”

Timothy looked annoyed.

He found that as long as Manfred was with her, she would bias against Manfred.

Kenneth widened his affectionate eyes. “Oops, little girl. Boss has saved you this time.”

Rylee rolled her eyes at him. “It was Manfred who helped me.”

“Hey! Little girl...”

“I’ve told you not to call me little girl many times. What is wrong with you?”

Kenneth raised his fist, but Rylee stuck out her tongue carelessly.

Timothy couldn’t bear that Rylee kept clinging to Manfred. He suddenly asked, “Do you still want to do the exclusive interview or not?”

“What?” Rylee widened her eyes.

Kenneth was standing in front of her now. How could she forget to ask him for an exclusive interview?

Rylee understood and put on a hypocritical smile instantly. She approached Kenneth step by step. “Mr. Keith... Haha... Mr. Keith, it’s such a pleasure to meet you again. Can't you see it? Fate brought us here.”

Kenneth felt awkward. He muttered, “Stop it! Your faked smile scared me. Boss, I’m quite busy. Please excuse me.”

Timothy would teach him a lesson if he couldn’t deal with the exclusive interview nicely. He would suffer a loss.

Hence, Kenneth decided to run away.

“Wait! Mr. Keith, wait for a moment. I want to talk to you.”

Timothy rushed up and grabbed Rylee’s hand. He whispered, “I also want to talk to you. Come with me.”

Manfred called, “Rylee!”

Rylee was used to taking Timothy’s order. She took a step forward. Upon hearing Manfred’s voice, she paused. Looking at Manfred and then at Timothy, she said in a dilemma, “Can you talk to me in another day?”

She couldn’t leave Manfred here alone.

Timothy sneered. “Why? Are you unwilling to leave? If you don’t come with me, you won’t get the exclusive interview. It’s up to you.”

As he spoke, he shook off her hand and turned away.

“What? The exclusive interview?” Rylee was fully attracted. She anxiously explained to Manfred, “Manfred, I’ll go talk to Timothy for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

Then she trotted to catch up with Timothy and smiled at him. She said with a flattering smile, “Haha... Timothy, I’m here. What do you want to talk to me?”

Manfred was standing motionlessly while holding the bottle of wine. He increased his strength secretly. Cracks appeared on the bottle, but it wasn’t broken.

He used his inner strength.

How could Rylee call Timothy’s first name so naturally?

She stopped calling him Mr. Wheeler.

She called him so intimately!

was written all over

However, he had a stern look and said, “Aren’t you reluctant

were here, he would stomp and

could Timothy speak such jealous

way too

“No matter what, your matter is the most critical. No one else is as important as you.

a glance at her with

looked down at

looked over slowly, tilting her head. Then she looked at Timothy’s expression and understood what he meant. She grabbed his big hand with a flattering smile. “Timothy, please call the playboy back and let him agree on the

beg him pitifully, she

With a satisfied smile, he said, “You weren’t obedient

and followed him. She retorted, “That’s not true. I wasn’t disobedient to you. Actually, I wasn’t invited to this party, so Manfred took

your uncle,” suddenly,

“And?”

keep that in mind all the

I

why didn’t you respect him? You

“What? I didn’t.”

she flirt with him and

His tall and sturdy figure looked like

“All right. I was wrong. But, are you angry because of it? Because

Rylee snickered.

a panic. Then he looked away. “How can I

not angry, please help me

happened to see Rylee’s curved bosom. Half of it

surged in

“Come over.”

pulled her to the

rarely wear

me to

“No... Thanks, though.”

man not interested in women, pull a young woman away from their

of them were wondering who that woman

Timothy’s girlfriend?

she

to be close to Mr. Keith

speaking. Suddenly, he blinked. He seemed to have

to take a look

was just

a corridor with many

man wanted to follow them, but two men in suits stopped him. “You can’t

I just want

up and scram,

touched the pistol on his

allowed to

“Where are we going?”

Timothy, trotting

her in. Then he closed the

***

of delicious food. Leaning against the wall, he

over and whispered in his ear, “Mr.