Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 560: The Little Brat’s Information

Armand and the others escorted Timothy towards the car, and Kenneth walked side by side with Timothy while continuing to babble, “I’m telling the truth. That brat is agile in her actions, but she’s just not ruthless enough. She had not many strengths in her kicking. Otherwise, those three black girls wouldn’t have been able to beat her.”

Armand couldn’t help but interject, “Mr. Keith, they aren’t black.”

“Oh, they’re not black, but almost the same. Right, Timothy?”

Timothy didn’t say a word, just put on his sunglasses and smiled.

Brook was stunned for a moment before he remembered and chased after these valuable guests to see them off.

Manfred turned his face to look at the still dumbfounded Rylee, furrowed his brows, not saying anything, and followed to send Timothy.

Daphne held Andrea, and the three sisters glared hard at Rylee before leaving together.

Joseph sighed, “These three are so annoying like flies always arguing with you all day long.”

Rylee was unimpressed, taking down the handkerchief from the corner of her mouth, spreading it out, and looking at it.

In one corner of the handkerchief, there was a name embroidered in black with fine stitching.

Mr. Wheeler’s handkerchief.

“Men use handkerchiefs too? Do people still use handkerchiefs?” Rylee said to herself in disbelief.

Joseph also had a look at the handkerchief and said, “Men with quality of life use perfume and handkerchiefs.”

“But Mr. Wheeler doesn’t look like a man with joie de vivre. He’s mean as if he’s about to break anyone’s neck at any moment.”

Joseph sighed, “Rylee, your mouth is bleeding. It is said that spittle can stop the bleeding and reduce inflammation. How about I lick your wound and use my spit on it?”

“Get lost! Or I’ll kill you!”

Rylee puffed up her little cheeks.

Joseph scratched his head, chuckling.

After the wedding ceremony, the Carrolls’ Manor regained peace.

“Deborah, this is a silk scarf for you, specially chosen by Andrea and me.” Daphne called out to Deborah fawningly.

Andrea followed, “Yes, Deborah. You’d look perfect wearing this silk scarf.”

“You guys are so attentive. I’m so touched in my heart. Thank you.” Deborah happily took the silk scarf.

…

Caroline handed over a jewellery box, “Deborah, Andrea and Daphne give you a silk scarf, then I’ll give you a hair ornament. It’s beautiful with it on your head.”

“Caroline, you’re so kind. I’m so happy, thank you.” Deborah took the box and opened it, revealing a smile.

It was a very beautiful hair ornament. It was set with diamonds and pricey too.

Deborah subconsciously went to look at Rylee, who was sitting over there reading a book. Rylee happened to raise her eyes to look at Deborah. Rylee resisted the gaze and twisted her face to the side.

“Sigh…” Deborah sighed, looking down and sorting through a pile of presents.

“Rylee, come here for a moment. Dad has something to say to you.” Brook stood at the door of the study and beckoned to Rylee.

Rylee was stunned for a moment before she got up and walked into the study under the scrutinising gaze of the three sisters.

‘Dad is indeed a money-hungry guy!’

There was a stack of gift sheets on the desk. He must have just been using a calculator to calculate the total amount of gifts.

All he knew was money!

Rylee stood displeasingly in the middle of the study with an uncooperative expression, “Are you going to criticise me for fighting with Andrea today?”

Brook forced a smile, “Not at all. I’m also feel bad for you.”

“Hmph, it made you feel humiliated, right? Are you going to beat me up?”

“Rylee! How could I beat you? You’ve been rebellious since young, and I care for you a lot…”

“Okay, okay. What exactly are you going to say? Hurry up, and I have to go to do my homework.”

Brook rubbed his hands around twice and said tentatively, “So… you knew… Mr. Wheeler?”

Rylee looked at Brook and saw his greedy look. She felt annoyed and said coldly, “I don’t know him!”

“You don’t know him? Then why did Mr. Wheeler talk to you like that today? And even give you a handkerchief?”

“How do I know what he’s thinking?”

Brook sighed, “Daddy’s company has been having a bit of difficulty recently, hadn’t bid on several big projects. As you know, the market competition is very strong now…”

“Dad, what the hell are you going to say? I’ve already said that I don’t know that guy. Why are you still telling me all this misery?”

Brook was lost for words. After thinking about it, he nodded, waved his hand, and let Rylee go.

Rylee called Joseph from her room, “My dad was suddenly so concerned about me and said those mushy words to me. It turns out that he just wants me to get business for his company. Such a greedy man! All he knows is money! I think he will be happy if Mr. Wheeler told him that selling me to him would get a big contract!”

“Your father can’t help it too. In business, one cannot be at a standstill. Otherwise, how do your family make a living? But I think that Mr. Wheeler is not going to ask you for the car repair fee. He’s so rich. Royal Group is not just an ordinary company, not to mention a Bugatti, even the satellite they can afford it.”

Rylee leaned against the edge of the bed and sighed, “I hope so. I hope that Mr. Wheeler will forget about me for this too.”

In the large training ground.

Kenneth and Armand were sitting on chairs watching the fight inside the grounds. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Kenneth ate while saying to Armand, “Armand, look, the boss can beat dozens of people by himself. It’s no point for us to fight with him. We cannot say yes if he invites us both to practice. It is suiciding.”

Armand nodded with a smile, “I’m still uncomfortable with my back from the fall by the boss last time.”

Kenneth immediately shook hands with Armand, “We’re just so doomed.”

They then continued watching the fight inside the field.

Timothy was wearing sweatpants and a tight vest on top. His body was strong and gorgeous.

Look at those muscles when he swung his arms.

The muscles in his belly were so attractive as he lifted his legs and rolled over.

Even men, not to mention women, can’t help but get nosebleeds when they see Timothy like this.

His eyes were so beautiful, but unfortunately, there was always a murderous aura in his eyes.

Twenty martial arts masters attacked, surrounding Timothy in the middle.

Timothy was like a butterfly, tumbling through the crowd, and the dull sound of fighting could be heard.

After a few minutes, the field became silent.

Damn, the boss was so powerful that it gave people the chills.

It was just a short while before those martial arts practitioners were falling all around, whimpering in pain.

“Clap, clap, clap.” Kenneth shook his head and applauded, shouting, “Boss! Just tell the truth, are you an alien or not? Where did you get such a strong fighting force? It’s so terrifying.”

Armand rushed over and handed Timothy a towel and water.

Timothy used the towel to wipe the sweat off his face and tilted his head to drink the water. Even his pose was so sexy.

Timothy glanced at Kenneth and sneered, “You deserve to lose your fitness for always smoking, drinking and having fun with women.”

“Boss, I’m actually very glad that the three stewardesses sent over to you last time were rejected by you. With your body and strength, it would just be the same as getting them killed if you want the three beauties.”

Timothy had already taken the gun from Armand’s hand. Without aiming, he fired towards the distant target, putting Kenneth’s nagging down.

When the target was brought over, every shot hit the bullseye without exception.

Timothy went to take a shower while Kenneth followed him and kept rambling, “Hey boss, even if you have lost your business, you won’t starve to death too. You can just become a movie star or maybe a martial arts star. Even those best actors are no match for you with your appearance like this.”

Timothy took off his tank top and his sweatpants, with just a pair of underwear on his body. His body was so gorgeous.

Kenneth gulped, looking at it.

‘Damn, it’s so unfair for Timothy to have such a beautiful face and also such a perfect and sexy body. Look at those muscles, long legs, those hips…’

“Have you seen enough? Can you stop being so unimpressive? Always finding an excuse to watch me shower every time. Get out!”

Timothy shut the door with a snap, and the sound of running water came from inside.

Kenneth leaned against the wall, not being annoyed or shy, saying, “We’re all men. A few glances at you won’t hurt anything. If I had your body, I’d be doing nothing but screwing those international celebrities every day and charming them with my great body!”

…

Inside, Timothy ignored Kenneth’s nagging.

Kenneth was bored and went through Timothy’s bag.

Inside were guns, countless gold cards, car keys…

‘Huh? What is this?’

Kenneth widened his eyes as he pulled out a few pieces of paper inside.

“Huh? What is this?” The name Rylee on the paper shocked Kenneth.

Next was a picture of that little brat Rylee.

“Shhh, don’t move. If the boss knows you peeked at his things, he will definitely kill you.” Armand carefully reminded Kenneth.

“Oh, oh.” Kenneth hurriedly stuffed the information back into his bag and put it back in its place with a gossipy look on his face, “Why does the boss have that little brat’s information?”

Armand smiled faintly, “I wouldn’t dare to say about this. If you have the guts, you can ask the boss yourself.”

Kenneth glared at Armand, “You want me to get killed for asking him?”

He was still curious inside.

‘The boss had information about that little brat!’

‘The boss, who didn’t get close to any women, had started to pay attention to a female?’

‘How could he be interested in a little brat who hasn’t grown up yet!’

‘The boss is…’

‘So kinky!’

Kenneth smiled thievishly while thinking wildly.

A lot of inappropriate images were rushing into his mind.

There was a new mistress in the house, and it seemed as if she was soon close to the three Carroll sisters. While Rylee was again shielded from these people.

Rylee was getting ready to sleep.

Knock, knock!