Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 550

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.”

Timothy no longer looked at Kenneth, walked towards Armand and ordered faintly, “Take the vehicle to repair.”

…

“Of course it needs to be fixed! The Bugatti is still new and it’s like this now. That little brat is so damned! I’ll make sure to squeeze her family to fix the car if I find out who she is!”

Kenneth babbled as he followed Timothy.

Timothy corrected him as he walked, “Not the Bugatti. It’s the mountain bike to take to be fixed.”

“Oh… ah? Why! Why would that brat’s 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 it takes to fix it!”

Timothy stopped talking to Kenneth.

Kenneth thought about it with a frown on his face. He 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 get away with it?”

Timothy looked at Kenneth seriously and replied to him earnestly, “I’m happy to do so!”

After saying that, he bumped Kenneth’s shoulder and continued to stride forward.

Armand had already opened the car door and was waiting respectfully for the boss to get in.

Kenneth scratched his head and shouted unsatisfactorily, “But why, boss? Why did you let that brat get away with it? There has to be a reason, right? Is there a reason, boss?”

Snap! Armand taped a piece of transparent tape over Kenneth’s mouth, “Boss ordered you not to speak or make a sound for an hour.”

“Uhhhh…” Kenneth waved his hands in great anger.

…

Rylee ran out far away in one go, better than her best time when she participated in the rally.

After running several blocks, she made sure there were no catchers behind her, and only then did Rylee dare to stop, patting her chest and panting heavily.

“Luckily that I’m smart and skilful, otherwise I would be dead for sure this time… Whoo, so tired.”

Rylee found a stool to sit down, fanning herself with her hand. Her legs were almost cramping for such an escape this time.

Bugatti!

That was a Bugatti!

Even the money for one of its wheels was an astronomical figure!

If she had a Bugatti and any guy touched it a little, she would probably be mad enough to kill that person.

Rylee wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and let out a long sigh.

She cocked her head in thought and wondered again.