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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!

written all over

a stern look and said, “Aren’t

Kenneth were here, he would stomp

Timothy speak such

way

tongue in secret, smiling more brightly. “No matter what, your matter is the most critical. No one else is

a glance at her with

and looked down at his empty hand, shaking

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 exclusive

pitifully, she even

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

to you. Actually, I wasn’t invited to this party,

uncle,” suddenly, Timothy

“And?”

uncle. You must keep that in mind all the

I... I always remember

you respect him? You even flirted

“What? I didn’t.”

did she flirt with

pace. His tall and sturdy figure looked like a statue. Raising his eyebrows, he

her face and looked up at him. Heaving a sigh, she said, “All right. I was wrong. But, are you angry because of it? Because of what

Rylee snickered.

Then he looked away. “How can

not angry, please help me with

and happened to see Rylee’s curved bosom. Half of it was exposed,

surged in

“Come over.”

pulled her to

Slow down. I rarely wear

me to carry you on my

“No... Thanks, though.”

in

were wondering who that woman

Timothy’s girlfriend?

she come here

to be close to Mr. Keith as

he blinked. He seemed to have

to take a

thought it was

pulled Rylee to a corridor with many rooms, where

but two men in suits stopped him.

I just want

up and scram, or

the pistol on his belt. The man escaped in

allowed to

“Where are we going?”

followed Timothy, trotting

door and dragged her in. Then he closed

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lot of delicious food. Leaning against

and whispered in his ear, “Mr. Armand, Boss took