Wolf President Hooks Up
Chapter 610: A Generous Bonus

Felicia pouted, "Just one more kiss is good."

Timothy didn't kiss Felicia but just reached out and stroked her hair, saying, "Sleep well. Good night."

After saying that, he got up and left the room at Felicia's disappointed look.

As soon as the door closed, Felicia hid under the covers and whimpered.

Timothy was not moved even though she was naked in front of him. She felt so incompetent.

After crying for a while, Felicia called her best friend in America.

She told her best friend what had happened tonight. Her friend thought for a moment and said, "Could he be frigid?"

"Huh? What?" Felicia widened her eyes and stopped crying.

"That means he's not interested in sex, so he doesn't respond to the sight of a naked woman. Or maybe he is sexually dysfunctional and can't get it up properly."

"Huh? No way. Timothy looks sturdy. Since he was a child, he has been practising martial arts, and it's not a problem for him to fight dozens of special force soldiers by himself. He has so many muscles. How can such a strong man be...impotent?"

"That ability has nothing to do with physique. Some men, who look short and skinny, may have a huge dick that can go on all night. The last time I slept with a guy who was 5 feet 7, but his dick was bigger than a carrot. Damn, he nearly killed me with that! Shit!" Felicia was dumbfounded, "Okay, okay. I'll take a closer look then. Maybe you're right."

After hanging up the phone, Felicia couldn't sleep.

Gosh, it might be possible!

Timothy might be sexually dysfunctional.

He hadn't had any girlfriends when he was in America.

Later, when he started his career in the country, she heard from her father that she hadn't had any women either.

How could he not have a woman at the age of twenty-six when he was so physically active?

Felicia covered her mouth and came to a realization. "Gosh! Timothy is so outstanding. He can't be bad at it, can he? No wonder he always seems indifferent. He's even sex-indifferent." Felicia suddenly pitied Timothy.

She decided that no matter what she did, she would save Timothy!

She must turn him into a normal man.

The next day morning at eight o'clock.

Timothy was sitting at the dining table. The maid had just brought his breakfast over when Felicia ran over with a portion of soup, shouting anxiously, "Wait! Eat this! Don't eat that breakfast!" Timothy put down his laptop and asked suspiciously, "Felicia? Why didn't you sleep in?"

Felicia placed the soup in front of Timothy and rubbed her hands together, "I wasn't sleepy, so I woke up early and made you soup. Hurry up and eat it while it's hot."

Armand went over and sniffed, "Wow, it's good, Felicia. You're really good at this. The soup smells good."

He was about to take a spoonful and try it when Felicia slapped down Armand's hand and shouted sharply, "You can't drink it! It's for Timothy! Timothy, eat it. No one else can have it." Armand rolled his eyes and scowled.

"What soup is this?" Timothy looked at the soup and glanced at Felicia.

Felicia panicked and stammered, "It's just soup. There's no harm in having more soup. Just eat it. It's good for your lungs. Eat it."

Timothy didn't say anything more, carefully scooping up a spoonful and tasting it. He raised his brows and nodded, "Well, it does taste good."

Felicia smiled brightly instantly, "I told you. The soup I made is both delicious and effective."

"Effective? What's that?"

Felicia was dumbfounded.

Blinking her eyes, she said in a panic, "Its effects are to nourish the lungs, prevent inflammation and so on."

Timothy continued to drink and said faintly, "You don't need to do this next time. Just have some more sleep in the morning and let the underlings do the work."

He didn't want his master's precious daughter to be aggravated.

"I have to do it, and I'll do it for you every day! Promise me, you have to drink it every day."

Timothy frowned, feeling that something was not right.

Something wrong with her?

Or something wrong with the soup?

...

Rylee casually brushed her hair and went downstairs.

Although Andrea was fine, her face was swollen, probably from the aftermath of the punch to the back of her neck.

Her whole face was swollen.

Rylee almost burst out laughing.

Daphne glanced at Rylee and said, "Hey, here comes the kickass maid."

Rylee frowned, pretended not to hear, sat down and ate.

She would go to school after finished eating anyway, so she didn't bother with these pigs.

Caroline said coldly, "Daphne, don't mess with someone's senior maid. Don't you know, her master is marvellous and might replace someone to beat you up."

Daphne grimaced, "Way to go, the young daughter of the Carroll family actually went to work for others as a maid. Such a humiliating thing, but dad still treats it like an honour. Dad is getting old, isn't he?"

Rylee, tearing slices of bread and shoving them into her mouth, couldn't hold back her anger anymore. She gave a grim smile and retorted, "What's wrong with a maid? A maid can make your faces look like hers. Come and try if you dare to." Daphne glared at Rylee fiercely but indeed didn't have the guts to speak.

She was terrified that Timothy would send someone to beat her up again.

Andrea was already a good example.

Andrea was so angry that she heavily clinked her knife and fork, glaring at Rylee every now and then.

Rylee gobbled a few bites and went out proudly.

Only then did Daphne puff up and throw away the cloth, "How disgusting! She can go as far as to be a maid of Timothy. This cunning bitch!"

Caroline laughed and said, "I guess she had cried and begged to become his maid, didn't she? What else would such a lowly person not dare to do? It's disgusting to live in the same house with such a person!" Daphne gestured and whispered, "Dad is here."

The three sisters silenced together, then pretended to see Brook and greeted him nicely.

At school, Rylee saw Joseph waiting for her. The two then walked inside, laughing and joking as usual.

Some students were murmuring at a distance, "Have you heard? It's said that the campus bell, Rylee, has become a rich man's mistress."

"Huh? Is that true? She looks so simple."

"Hell no! No girl is simple nowadays. If you want an innocent girl, go to the kindergarten for one."

"Not sure if Rylee was sold to who?"

"I heard it was the young master of the Keith family! He is a well-known playboy, right? And he has slept with countless actresses. All of them ended up being dumped." "What a shame for Rylee being this kind of woman. I despise her!"

...

The teacher looked around the panel and suddenly landed her gaze at Rylee. She said, "Rylee, your interview assignment this time is with Mr. Kenneth Keith, the head of the Kenneth Group." ""Huh? What?"

Rylee looked up at her teacher incredulously.

She must be mental, huh?

"What are you yelling? Do I have to repeat it? Your interview assignments have just been distributed. Everyone has their own assignment. Your task is to interview Kenneth Keith, the president of the Kenneth Group."

Rylee gibbered, "Oh, their assignments are with people who are not famous. Doctors, editors and so on are all ordinary people who are easily approachable. Why is it that my interview is with a big shot? It's hard for even a full-time journalist to get an interview with such a big shot. Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

All the students in the group looked at Rylee.

The teacher propped up her glasses and said unhappily, "Do you want me to make it so clear? You were given such a daunting task because you have a good relationship with the president, isn't it?"

Rylee stood up, "How am I having a good relationship with Kenneth Keith? You have to make it clear!"

All the students held their breaths.

Gosh! Rylee's temper was mighty. She even dared to shout at the madam.

The teacher blinked her eyes a few times, tilted her glasses again, and said tactfully, "We all know that during the performance, Mr. Keith gave a large donation for your show. If you were not familiar with him, would he give that much money? Well, this is also an opportunity to test your ability. Besides, if this interview is successful, the press will not only give you consideration for your future post-graduation position but will also give you a generous bonus."

Oh?

All the students raised their eyes.

A bonus?

"How much is it?" Rylee asked directly.

"It's said to be five thousand dollars."

"Wow! Five thousand? Are you sure?"

Rylee's mouth opened wide with excitement.

Now that she was in debt, earning more money would ease the burden.

All opportunities to earn money should not be missed!

Rylee's intense gaze gave the female teacher a chill down her spine that she couldn't help but put her hand over her chest and nod, "It's said to be five thousand dollars. I saw the newspaper heading."

Rylee looked at the ceiling to make sure it wasn't a dream. The next second, she grabbed the female teacher's hand and shook it up and down vigorously, "Miss! You are so kind to me! How can I ever thank you? Teacher, you are so beautiful. You will definitely be married off by the end of this year."

Rylee ran out happily.

The teacher hadn't reacted yet for a long time.

Although Rylee was very good at designing clothing drawings, in reality, she was studying journalism.

Those who study journalism have to do interviews, write articles and deal with people.

Rylee held her cheeks and began to calculate.

How did she get in touch with Kenneth and get an interview with him?

Five thousand bucks! Go for it, Rylee!000000