Wolf President Hooks Up
Chapter 564 The Lovely Side of the Boss

Rylee puffed out her cheeks, "You're eight years older than me, and that makes you an elder!"

"Only eight years older is not considered an elder."

""It is!"

Timothy said forcefully, "Anyway, I'm not your elder."

Rylee was speechless.

She couldn't imagine that a triad leader could be so capricious.

Wait a minute; it seemed she was straying from the topic. She should pursue his rude behaviour!

Armand sat in front, biting his lips and hardly managed to hold his laughter back.

The boss had such a side!

After years of following the boss, he never smiled nor said anything, not to mention joking and so on. He didn't expect that the boss would reveal such a rare side in front of Rylee.

The boss had such a lovely side also.

Timothy suddenly asked, "That Joseph..."

"Oh? What's wrong with Joseph?" Rylee thought that Joseph's infatuation had moved Timothy and was ready to take Joseph as his disciple.

Rylee turned her face to look at Timothy, who was beside her.

Timothy looked down on the little girl and asked, "Is Joseph your boyfriend?"

"What? No way!" Rylee subconsciously exclaimed, "How can that idiot be my boyfriend? Come on, if I must have a boyfriend, I'll replace one that is more reliable. As for Joseph, it's lucky not to be pissed off by him."

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Timothy looked into Rylee's eyes, "He is so close to you. How come he is not your boyfriend?"

Rylee didn't even notice the envious tone of Mr. Wheeler's words.

"Everybody has friends! Why can't I have a best friend then? Joseph is just my best friend. That's all! Don't give me any nonsense. He's a playboy and if his girlfriends hear you say that, they'll probably rip me off." Timothy smiled faintly, reached out to pinch Rylee's chin in a very ambiguous manner, "That's good."

Rylee moved her face to the side in disgust and glared at Timothy, "What do you mean? Could it be that you like me?"

Rylee had an arrogant look.

Timothy turned his eyes away and said coldly, "Do you think that's possible?"

Rylee thought about it carefully and nodded knowingly, "No, there won't be such thing. Mr. Wheeler, I knew you'd make fun of me. Are you trying to make me sick so that I can't eat at lunch?" Timothy didn't say anything, just looked out of the window at the scenery.

This was her debtor!

She owed him a debt of four hundred thousand dollars!

It seemed silly not to butter him up.

So, Rylee leaned over, with her hand unconsciously resting on Timothy's lap, looking out of the window too, "What are you looking at? What's so beautiful? I want to have a look too." Timothy narrowed his eyes and looked down slightly to survey her hand on his lap.

"Huh? What's vibrating?" Rylee's palm moved back and forth across Timothy's leg.

It felt like something had been vibrating here just now.

Timothy suddenly changed his face, took a deep breath and grabbed her little hand, "Don't move around..."

What the hell! What was she doing just now? Her hand just rubbed back and forth on his leg like that...

"Mr. Wheeler, what's vibrating here? Is it a phone?"

Timothy let out a sigh and pulled out his mobile phone. Rylee widened her eyes to look at it and exclaimed, "Gosh, you have forty-three missed calls!"

Timothy frowned slightly, pushed Rylee's face a little further away and tapped on the phone to see.

It was true that wealthy triad leaders were not that easy to please. He was already disgusted with her, giving her the cold shoulder.

They arrived at a very upscale restaurant. The environment was secluded and sparsely populated.

Rylee thought secretly, 'Good for the rich, even the place where they come to eat is so different.'

'Had they reserved the whole place? Why isn't there other guests around?'

"Huh? Is this bird a starling?" Upon entering, Rylee saw a bird, and she happily moved the cage to tease the bird inside, "Hey, what's your name? Do you speak human? Say hello to me!" Timothy stood behind Rylee and chuckled.

However, the starling was bullish and only gave Rylee a lazy look without saying a word.

"Hey, so you're a mute bird and can't even speak. What for keeping you inside the cage. Stupid bird."

Armand was puzzled and wanted to stop Rylee several times but was halted by Timothy's gaze. Apparently, Timothy didn't want to bother Rylee.

The bird in the cage got a bit angry, glaring at Rylee but still not squealing.

...

Rylee swung the birdcage back and forth, "Say something! Say something to me! Hurry up!"

The poor starling could barely stand up in the cage, fluttering its wings and looking pathetically at Timothy behind Rylee.

Timothy just ignored it and let the girl make a scourge.

Eventually, the starling had no choice but to open its mouth and say, "Hello! Hello!"

Only then did Rylee smile and stop shaking the cage, "That's good. Only good birds get millet to eat."

Rylee pouted and walked away while the bird was cowering in fear by the nest.

The hotel manager said to Armand behind him with wide eyes, "Armand! Who's that having the guts to bully the boss's bird?"

This was a bird raised by Timothy, who was usually so aggressive that it would not be happy if the bird keeper gave it a bad meal. The last time an unlucky person accidentally touched the cage slightly, the boss was angry and had someone beat up that guy. Today... the bird was being bullied, and the boss was just stood by.

Perhaps that spoiled bird was crying in its nest now.

Armand laughed, "Remember this girl, be careful and don't offend her."

The manager came to his senses and nodded vigorously.

Kenneth had the best appetite when he woke up early.

When he got up and went to the shower room, he saw the woman he slept with last night taking a bath.

Water beads rolling over that tanned skin, and Kenneth's heart immediately burst into flames. "Baby, let me help you wash up, haha." Kenneth had gone over, his hand stroking carelessly. "Oh stop it you. I'm taking a bath."

The woman pretended to be shy, but she knew it well and turned around to rub Kenneth.

"Let's bath together. How fun is that and it's not cold to bath together." Kenneth panted heavily at the teasing.

The woman laughed and screamed petulantly, splashing the water.

Kenneth was moving wildly and wantonly against the woman when the phone rang.

The only people who could get the phone into his house bathroom were the nearest few buddies.

"Damn it! Why you had to call at this crucial time?"

Kenneth cursed but still couldn't bear to leave the woman and went over to answer the phone.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Mr. Keith, the boss wants you to go over to take his place in the meeting and there's an important engagement at noon that requires you to go over too."

"Huh?" Kenneth frowned, "Didn't we agree that he had to go to this meeting? How can I fill in for him? I have important things on my side too!"

The woman twisted her body in dissatisfaction, "Hey, don't stop. Let's continue."

"Mr. Keith, this is an order from the boss. Suit yourself."

"Damn. Where's the boss?"

"The boss said he had something to do and left already."

Kenneth thought about it for a moment, ruthlessly jerked away, wiped his body with a bath towel and ran out to replace something to wear.

The woman yelled disgruntledly in the bathroom.

Kenneth called Timothy several times on his way, but none of them answered.

"What the hell is the boss up to? How can he just leave a few hundred million dollars of business behind and still not answering my call? What's going on?" However, Kenneth thought something that could make Timothy give up an important project must be very urgent. Rylee sat in the plain and exquisite private room, looking around at the paintings on the walls.

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The environment here was indeed perfect. The outside looked secluded, and the inside was even cleaner.

It was all like tatami mats, where you had to take off your shoes to enter the room. Guests could sit inside and lie down freely. It was soft and uncomfortable anyway.

"White tea?" Timothy asked Rylee.

"Huh? Sure." Rylee then looked over to Timothy.

The tall Timothy sat on the tatami, looked so much like a family man.

Only that his actions had exposed him as a martial artist. Even the way he poured the tea was able to show it, not spilling a drop.

""Mr. Wheeler..."

"Call me Timothy."

"Huh? Timothy? I'm not used to it." In fact, she didn't dare to.

Rylee ducked.

'Have you ever seen anyone chasing after a gang leader and calling him by his nickname? That's suicide.'

"You'll get used to it after calling a few more times. Drink some water."

"Oh." Rylee obediently drank her tea and peeked at Timothy.

'Mr. Wheeler is so handsome.'

'Even more handsome than the movie stars!'

"Mr. Wheeler, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Timothy smiled and tilted his head, "Not much to say, just the Bugatti's maintenance fee. Armand?"

Armand had been standing outside the door when he heard the voice and opened the door, "Boss." "Take the list of Bugatti repairs to her."

"Yes." Armand pulled out a stack of paper and handed it to Rylee.

"Such a thick list, huh?" Rylee took the stack of papers with trembling lips and had a look at it.

The total amount was four hundred thousand dollars!

Timothy drank his tea elegantly.

Armand then went out.

"The engine?" Rylee exclaimed, "My mountain bike isn't even broken, but your Bugatti's engine is broken? What kind of Bugatti is that? It doesn't even stand up to a single crash." Timothy nodded, "You know that the engine is the heart of a car, right? You've broken the heart, so the repair bill must have gone up."

Armand couldn't help but tremble all over when he heard this outside the door.

'It was amazing how the boss could lie so much like he was telling the truth.'

After reading the so-called list, Rylee was utterly exhausted.

He had listed all the repair costs clearly, item by item.

Four hundred thousand dollars, not a penny less.

'What should I do?'

'It seems that it is not easy being a hero.'

"Mr. Wheeler..."

"Timothy." Timothy corrected her again.