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Rylee puffed up her cheeks and screamed regardless, “What the hell is wrong with you, old man. You’re as assiduous as a school counsellor, but you are not satisfied with my apologies. Don’t you just want to kill me? Then come on! Come on! Do it!”

Rylee shouted, even tilting her head towards Timothy as if calling him to chop her head off.

Timothy couldn’t help but laugh out.

Before he could speak, Rylee suddenly jumped up and stomped Timothy’s shoe, then raised her arm to hit Timothy on the chin. After that, she turned around and ran away like a squirrel.

She panicked as she ran away.

Rylee was running in the direction of Armand.

Kenneth widened his eyes in disbelief.

Gosh, what had he just seen? The greatest warrior, Timothy Wheeler, had taken a beating?

Who was Timothy?

He was a warrior with extraordinary powers!

He could even take out dozens of special forces soldiers with his bare hands!

Had that naive girl just beaten up Timothy just now?

“Hey! Damn girl! You, uppity brat! Do you know who you hit? You want your ancestors to get killed?”

Kenneth shouted behind Rylee.

“Her ancestors have long died.” Timothy corrected Kenneth with a smirk.

Kenneth froze, “You’re right.”

Only after saying that did he think of another problem and shouted over to Armand, “Armand! Stop that brat! Get her!”

The girl was running in the direction of Armand.

Armand was just about to make his move, but he saw Timothy raise his right hand to keep him from moving. So, Armand pretended to be a passer-by again and watched Rylee ran past him.

“Hey! Boss! What’s wrong with you! Why didn’t you let Armand catch her? Why let her go?” Kenneth was so anxious that he was stamping his feet and scratching his head.

When he looked up at the tall and powerful Timothy, he saw that the boss had a slight smile on his face.

‘No way! Is the boss smiling?’

Timothy narrowed his eyes, looking at the fading figure of Rylee, gently opened his mouth, “She looks like a middle school student.”

“Oh… What? Boss, what did you just say?”

Kenneth picked his ears and looked askance at Timothy.

Only then Timothy turned to look at Kenneth, flicked his index finger at Kenneth’s forehead and said, “Will you die if you don’t speak?”

Kenneth looked aggrieved, “Boss, I haven’t even spoken at this point. It’s only you nagging with that brat.”

longer looked at Kenneth, walked towards Armand and ordered faintly, “Take

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it’s like this now. That little brat is so damned! I’ll make sure to squeeze her family to fix

babbled as he

walked, “Not the Bugatti.

shitty car need to be repaired? Is it worth it? It’s just a bunch of junk! It’s not even enough to pay for the time

stopped talking

suddenly took a few quick steps to stop Timothy, “Boss! Let me ask you, you could have dodged that brat’s kick and punch. Why did you let her

looked at Kenneth seriously and replied to him earnestly,

Kenneth’s shoulder and continued

door and was waiting respectfully

unsatisfactorily, “But why, boss? Why did you let that brat get

“Boss ordered you not to speak or make a

Kenneth waved his hands in

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far away in one go, better than

behind her, and only then did Rylee dare to

would

down, fanning herself with her hand. Her

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

of its

guy touched it a little, she would probably be mad enough to kill that

the back of

cocked her head in thought

woman, that old man didn’t look mean, but why was she

Perhaps the kind of brutality on that

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Pfft.

of wine in Manfred Shawn’s mouth

man? You said the thing you’re torn about is that girl calling you

stared at Timothy incredulously, “Timothy, you don’t look like this kind of person. You’re not the kind of person who cares about what others think of you. Even if someone called you gramps, you wouldn’t bother about it. But why do you mind so much when this girl calls you old

Timothy for his cruelty, he never took it seriously and just did what he had

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cares about what others think of you. Even if someone called you gramps, you wouldn’t bother about it. But why do you mind so much when this

fingers played with his wine glass and lowered his

stubbornly

his glass and finished the wine in

“Timothy, what you mind is not how she called you, right? But

reply but merely raised his eyebrow and finished

was cold by nature, unlike Manfred, who was always so polite and gentle. Timothy rarely smiled and was naturally

to change

“When is it?”

Saturday, man! Didn’t I tell you a long time ago? I can’t believe you didn’t

I’ll try

on the table and threw it as he

into the bullseye of the