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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 over Manfred’s

he had a stern look and said, “Aren’t you reluctant to leave your Uncle Manfred? Go find

he would

speak such jealous

was way

your matter is the most critical. No

cast a glance at

looked down

Timothy’s expression and understood what he meant. She grabbed his big hand with a flattering smile. “Timothy, please call the

she

grab Rylee’s hand instead. With a satisfied smile, he said, “You weren’t obedient to me at all. Do you hope

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

uncle,” suddenly,

“And?”

keep that

I... I

him? You

“What? I didn’t.”

did she flirt with

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

raised 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

Rylee snickered.

her in a panic. Then he

not angry, please help me

curved bosom. Half

heatwave surged in his

“Come over.”

pulled her to the

Slow down. I rarely wear high heels. I can’t walk

me to carry

“No... Thanks, though.”

the man not interested in women, pull a young

of them were wondering

Timothy’s girlfriend?

why did she come here with

to be close

Suddenly, he blinked. He seemed to have seen

he tried to take a look again, she

it was just his

corridor with many rooms,

to follow them, but two men in

just

scram,

the pistol on his belt.

allowed to follow

“Where are we going?”

Timothy, trotting

Then he closed the

***

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

in his ear, “Mr. Armand, Boss took