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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

face coldly. He felt delighted secretly. However, he had a stern look and said,

he would stomp

could Timothy speak

was way too

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

at her with

and looked down at his empty hand, shaking

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

him pitifully, she

grab Rylee’s hand instead. With a satisfied smile,

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

is your uncle,”

“And?”

your uncle. You must keep that in mind

I always

respect him? You even flirted with him and hugged

“What? I didn’t.”

with him and hug

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

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

Rylee snickered.

he

“If you are not angry, please help

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

surged in

“Come over.”

pulled her to

I rarely wear high heels.

want me to carry

“No... Thanks, though.”

the man not interested in women, pull

wondering who that woman

Timothy’s girlfriend?

did she come here with

seemed to be close to Mr. Keith

blinked. He seemed to

tried to take a look again,

was just

with many

wanted to follow them, but two men in suits stopped him.

I just

and scram, or

on his

allowed

“Where are we going?”

followed Timothy,

door and dragged her in. Then

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lot of delicious food. Leaning

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