Wolf President Hooks Up
Chapter 578 The Master is so Difficult to Satisfy

Today, for unknown reason, when she saw Timothy, she didn't want to pretend to be tough anymore. She plunged her head into Timothy's arms, bursting into tears.

Timothy felt like his heart was torn down. He gently stroked Rylee's shoulder, and said, "You are not the poorest one in the world. You are much happier than me. I don't even know who my mother is."

Timothy smiled wryly and continued, "Sometimes I was also wondering if I am too unpleasant to others. So, I was abandoned at a very young age and my mother didn't love me at all. I came to this world with no love in fact."

"Even so, I survived, and lead a much better life than ordinary people. I even thought, if one day I can see my mother again, I must prove to her that I am not a burden. I am a tough guy who can live a wonderful life."

"And now, I'm even indifferent to the idea. It doesn't matter whether others love you or not. It's you who can take control your life, and it's you who decide where to live and how to live. My life goal is to live a wonderful life. It's the same with you." Rylee stopped crying. She raised her head and looked at Timothy.

Staring at the distance, Timothy's gaze was unfathomable; he seemed to have lost in memory.

With tears in her eyes, Rylee began to comfort Timothy, "Mr. Wheeler, every mother loves her children very much. Don't worry, your mother must love you very much."

Poor Mr. Wheeler, he didn't even get to know his mother. At least, she could live with her mother and enjoyed maternal love for seventeen years.

Mr. Wheeler didn't cry, so how could she keep crying?

Thinking of this, Rylee took a heavy sniff, and held Timothy tightly. She then said in persuasion of both her and Timothy, "Mr. Wheeler, it's useless to cry, right? For those who love us, we have to be stronger and braver. And we shouldn't give a fuck to those didn't care about us, right?"

Timothy smiled, stroking Rylee's hair vigorously, joking, "Yo, Ms. Rylee can not only be a housekeeper, but also a therapist."

"Come on." Though there's still tears in her eyes, Rylee broke into a smile.

Then she pouted and complained, "Mr. Wheeler! Why did you mess up with my hair again? You have to get rid of this bad habit! Have you heard?"

Timothy pointed to the bags in her hand, "Wow, you are so rich, girl. I just went to the bathroom for a while, and you bought so many things. Did you have any idea how expensive it is?"

He deliberately imitated the tone of Rylee.

It made Rylee laugh, "Mr. Wheeler, did you buy these clothes for me?"

Timothy pouted, "Is it really possible that someone being stupid enough to buy so many expensive clothes for a maid?"

Rylee hit Timothy on the chest, "Hahaha, Mr. Wheeler, when you were in the toilet just now, Caroline almost fell in shock at the moment she saw these clothes. Her expression, OMG, was so hilarious. I feel really good as long as I recall that face! Mr. Wheeler, thank you." Timothy frowned, "If you call me Mr. Wheeler again in the future, I will deduct all the money for your clothes from your salary."

Eh?

Rylee was startled. Hey, she knew that the gang leader was not so easy to satisfied, and she knew that he could change his mind in an instant. Still, she was so stupid that she mistook Timothy for her intimate friend. Silly girl, Rylee!

Come on, your close friend was planning to deduct your wages!

This man must be well taken care of with 100% cautiousness.

"Um, Mr. Wheeler. Oh no, no, no, Boss Wheeler."

She shouldn't cotton up to the gang leader.

"What? What are you calling me?"

Boss Wheeler? Would that be okay, or not?

Rylee trembled, changed her words, "Boss?"

Awkwardness flew over Timothy's head.

Oh, why did it sound so wrong?

What should she call him?

"Mr, Wheeler, I can't call you the god father, right?"

Timothy really wanted to knock the girl's head out. He sighed, and said helplessly, "Timothy."

"Huh?" Rylee's mouth opened so wide that it could fit an egg.

"Timothy. I said, you can just call me Timothy in the future."

Rylee Carroll's lips trembled. "I dare not do so!"

She wasn't an immortal or something like that to be bold enough to call his name directly.

Everyone respected him as the boss, how could she call him by his name?

This is the gang leader!

"Right! Mr. Wheeler, I know it. I can call you President Wheeler from now on!"

Rylee was about to showed a smug smile when she saw Timothy said with a sullen face, "All the money of these clothes will be added to this girl's debt." Armand nodded beside him, "Understood, boss."

"Ah? No! Don't do it! "Rylee shook Timothy's arm in panic, and said anxiously, "No, no. Timothy. Timothy it is. I will call you Timothy no matter what!" Timothy smiled, and squeezed Rylee's little nose, "That's my girl, you'd better call the name gentler in the future."

Rylee pouted her mouth.

The master was so hard to satisfy. Not only did he want her to call him Timothy, but also want her to call it gentler? How would she be gentler?

To put on a sickly-sweet voice and call out "Timothy, Timothy"?

Ewwww! She would vomit when she thinks about it.

Timothy stood up and walked ahead. Rylee followed in small steps, "Mr., oh no, no, Timothy, are you counting the money for the clothes into my debt?"

Timothy took Rylee's little hand naturally and said to Armand, "Armand, cancel that."

"Yes, boss."

Armand was completely perplexed.

Boss, I'm the Armand, a famous figure in the battlefield! When did I become an attendant?

"Mr... Sorry, Timothy," Rylee was really not used to calling Timothy's name directly. She almost blurted out "Mr. Wheeler" every time. "Timothy, where are you going? I've bought all the clothes I need. Should we go downstairs?" Timothy walked swiftly, and Rylee had to trot to keep up.

Come on, let alone how tall this guy was, why did he have such long legs?

"Why can't I sell you away. You talk too much."

Armand couldn't help but added. "Indeed."

Rylee was not angry, but Timothy gave Armand a stern look, making Armand quickly lowered his head in horror.

This was really annoying. This was typical double standards by forbidding others to do what he was doing himself.

Oh, he said that Rylee talked too much, so why couldn't others express their opinion?

Humph, what the hell! Why is he so protective of the woman! Ewwwwwww.

"No way! What if you kidnap me?"

Rylee's mood was lit up, with her cute big eyes looking around.

She was jumping around Timothy, like an active little bunny.

Timothy chuckled, "You? Where do you think I can sell you without suffering loss?"

Timothy lifted Rylee's chin with one hand in a decent manner. Meanwhile, Rylee squinted her eyes and tried to smile as charmingly as she could be.

Timothy slightly twitched his lips and shook his head. "Well, the face is crooked, rough skin, terrible smile."

"What? Are you sure you are talking about me?" Rylee wrinkled her little face and rolled her eyes at him.

Timothy almost laughed out loud, "Well, seriously, with your condition, even if I ship you to Thailand, you won't be able to made up for my ticket money. I will definitely suffer a loss."

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Rylee slapped Timothy with smile. Timothy didn't dodge from her, letting her little paw tick him.

Insisting on making Timothy look at her, Rylee's eyes widened, and said angrily, "Look, my eyes are charming and round. Please pay attention, this gentleman. I don't wear cosmetics! Is my skin rough? I was rated as the best skinned beauty in the university! There is not even a pimple on my face! How dare you say that about me. You are deliberately degrading me! Humph."

Timothy nodded, "Well, I admit, your facial features are not bad. But when your eyes and nose are combined together... Well, it's really unsightly ?"

Rylee was fuming.

Armand couldn't hold it any more, he leaned back and laughed loudly.

Rylee almost jumped up, she kept on arguing with Timothy by listing facts, making sense, just to prove that she was not that bad.

And Timothy didn't put on any expression on his poker face. While the conversation proceeded, his thin lips curved gently.

Armand glanced at Timothy secretly. Well, Boss was in a very good mood, wasn't he?

After a while, Rylee and Armand were about to pass out because of the tiredness.

Rylee wailed, "My dear Timothy... why do you still plan to buy shoes?"

She was just a maid, doing chores in his house for two days on the weekend. Did she really need all these troubles?

Buying clothes and shoes for her, too much.

Armand sighed, "Boss, we have bought five pairs of shoes. Do you want to continue?"

In the densely packed shoe counter, there stood the handsome Timothy. His narrow eyes swept across a group of shoes, and then pointed to a pair, "I want that pair, the same size as well."

It's the first time that the shop assistant had met the owner of their mall. She almost wanted to worship her boss. Now the assistant was completely obsessed by the handsomeness of Timothy. She couldn't do anything but responding vacuously to Timothy's words. The boss is so young!

The boss is so handsome!

The boss's eyes are so charming!

When Timothy finished picking six pairs of shoes and turned around, he found that the two of them were sitting on different side of the long chair. They both put on the same exhausted expression with their chin resting on their hands.

Rylee was too tired to even open her eyes.

Armand sighed while looking up in the sky boringly.

Timothy couldn't help but smile. Walking over, he tugged at Rylee's tiny earlobe, "Girl, I am buying shoes for you. But why do you put on an aggrieved look. I'm not even tired yet!"

Rylee pouted, "Can we not buy these shoes?"

"No!" Timothy refused flatly.

"Then, can I not wear them if you buy them?"

"Don't even think about it!"

"Ahhhh, when will I be able to wear those six pairs of shoes?"

"You can bring the shoes home and wear one pair a day in turns." Timothy said bluntly.0000000