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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 Manfred’s

glanced at Rylee’s smiling face coldly. He felt delighted secretly. However, he had a stern look and said, “Aren’t you reluctant to leave your Uncle

were here, he

could Timothy speak such

was way

brightly. “No matter what, your matter is the most critical. No one else

glance at

down

Timothy’s expression and understood what he meant. She grabbed his big hand with a flattering smile.

she even shook his

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

wasn’t invited to this

your uncle,” suddenly,

“And?”

keep that in mind

I

respect him? You even flirted with him and hugged

“What? I didn’t.”

did she flirt with him and hug

pace. His tall and sturdy figure looked like a statue.

him. Heaving a sigh, she said, “All right. I was wrong. But, are

Rylee snickered.

looked at her in a panic. Then he looked away. “How can I be angry

are not angry, please help me

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

surged

“Come over.”

her to the

rarely wear high heels. I

to carry you on

“No... Thanks, though.”

interested in women, pull a young woman

them were wondering

Timothy’s girlfriend?

did she

be close to

Suddenly, he blinked.

he tried to take a

was

to a corridor with many rooms, where there was

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

I just want

up and scram,

guard touched the pistol on his belt. The

allowed to

“Where are we going?”

followed Timothy, trotting

Then he closed the door and pressed her against

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plate with a lot of delicious food. Leaning against the wall, he

his ear, “Mr. Armand, Boss took