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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 ever-peaceful

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 Manfred? Go find

were here, he would stomp and

speak such

was way too

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

glance at her with a faint

looked down at his empty hand, shaking

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 on the

pitifully, she

posture to grab Rylee’s hand instead. With a satisfied smile, he said, “You weren’t obedient to me

to you. Actually, I wasn’t invited to

uncle,”

“And?”

You must keep

I always remember

you respect him? You even flirted with him and

“What? I didn’t.”

did she flirt with him and

figure looked like a statue. Raising his eyebrows,

she said, “All right. I was wrong. But, are you angry because of it? Because

Rylee snickered.

he looked away. “How can I

grinned. “If you are not angry, please help me with

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

surged

“Come over.”

pulled her

wear high heels.

want me to carry you on

“No... Thanks, though.”

interested in

were wondering who that woman

Timothy’s girlfriend?

she come here with

be close to Mr. Keith as

blinked.

to take a

was

with many rooms, where there

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

I just

and scram, or you're dead

pistol on his belt. The

allowed

“Where are we going?”

Timothy, trotting while

door and dragged her in. Then he closed the door and pressed her

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of delicious food. Leaning against the

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