Wolf President Hooks Up

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!

was written all

look and said, “Aren’t you reluctant to leave

Kenneth were here, he

speak such jealous

way too

brightly. “No matter what, your matter is the most

cast a glance at her with

coughed and looked down at his

his big hand with a

she even

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

true. I wasn’t disobedient to you. Actually, I wasn’t invited to this party, so Manfred took me here as her date. I can’t leave him

is your uncle,” suddenly, Timothy

“And?”

must keep that

I always remember

him? You even flirted with him

“What? I didn’t.”

she flirt with him and

looked like a statue. Raising

“All right. I was wrong. But, are you angry because

Rylee snickered.

at her in a panic. Then he looked

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

Rylee’s curved bosom. Half of it was exposed, looking

surged in

“Come over.”

her to

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

to carry you on my

“No... Thanks, though.”

interested in women, pull a young woman away

were wondering who that

Timothy’s girlfriend?

did she

to be close to

he blinked.

a look again,

it was just his

Rylee to a corridor with

men in suits stopped him. “You can’t go

I just want

up and scram,

guard touched the pistol on his belt. The man

allowed

“Where are we going?”

followed Timothy, trotting while

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

***

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

trotted over and whispered in his ear, “Mr. Armand,