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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!

all

coldly. He felt delighted secretly. However, he had a stern look and said, “Aren’t you reluctant

Kenneth were here, he would stomp

could Timothy speak

way too

your matter is the most critical. No

glance at her with a

and looked down at his empty hand, shaking

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

she even

posture to grab Rylee’s hand instead. With a satisfied smile, he said,

“That’s not true. I wasn’t disobedient to you. Actually, I wasn’t invited to this party, so Manfred

uncle,”

“And?”

keep that in mind all the

I

him? You

“What? I didn’t.”

flirt with him and hug

and sturdy figure looked like a

“All right. I was wrong. But, are

Rylee snickered.

in a panic. Then he looked away. “How

“If you are not angry, please help me

Rylee’s curved bosom. Half of

heatwave surged in his

“Come over.”

her

wear high heels. I can’t walk

to carry you on my

“No... Thanks, though.”

not interested in women, pull a young

wondering who that

Timothy’s girlfriend?

did she come here

seemed to be close to Mr.

was speaking. Suddenly, he blinked. He seemed

take a look again, she was

it was

a corridor with

nosy man wanted to follow them, but two men in suits stopped him. “You

I just want

up and scram, or

his belt. The

allowed to follow

“Where are we going?”

followed Timothy, trotting

opened a door and dragged her in. Then he closed

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lot of delicious

whispered in his ear, “Mr. Armand,