Wolf President Hooks Up
Chapter 612: Yes, I Am Begging You.

Bam! After hanging up Rylee's phone, Kenneth was already covered in sweat. He untied his tie, tugged it down hard, and muttered to himself, "Am I doing what the boss wants by rejecting her like this? Arrrgh, I am going crazy!" Rylee got stunned and then cursed, "Damn it! He thinks he is so proud being a bullshit president, huh? It's his honor to be interviewed. I didn't want to interview you in the first place, pervert! Who do you think you are?" After cursing, she felt a bit comfortable. But when thinking of the 5,000 dollars, she was discouraged again.

Feeling mad for a while, she still decided to call Kenneth again.

"The user you are calling is not in service..."

"Hmm?" She sat up straight with wide eyes. "I reached him a few minutes ago but he is not in the service area now. What's wrong?"

"Silly girl! It's obvious that he has blacklisted you. Why don't you understand this?" Joseph walked over and sat down near her casually.

"Blacklist?" Her eyes almost popped out and she pounded on the table. "Damn it! How dare he blacklisted me! I will bite off his dog ears when I see him!"

Joseph was reading the magazine leisurely and said, "You can choose not to call him."

Pouting her lips, she shook his arm. "No, I can't do that. It is 5,000 dollars. He is worth 5,000 dollars!"

Kenneth was on the phone with Timothy.

"Boss, that girl really called me and asked for an exclusive interview. She sounded quite polite," Kenneth said.

Timothy was signing a pile of documents one by one. "Stop nagging and just get to the point."

"Oh, oh, the point. I said I would not accept her request for an interview because I am busy. Then I add her number to my blacklist. Boss... You see... Could I save my life by doing this?" Timothy could imagine Kenneth's wagging tail.

He slightly raised his eyebrows and simply said with bright eyes, "While I have no time to care about you, you should prepare well."

After saying that, he directly hung up the phone.

Kenneth held the phone, staring ahead blankly for twenty seconds, and then threw the phone away like a child, jumping up happily.

"Yeah, yeah, I did it right! Boss will not throw me on the ground!"

His secretary, who had entered the office with a pile of documents, was startled by this, and the documents in her hands all fell on the floor suddenly.

Her boss was crazy, definitely!

Joseph poked Rylee's head and said, "I thought you were smart when you did your papers! But how can you be so silly now? You should directly go to my master! If he chooses to help, everything will be done quickly! As long as my master gives him a hint, Kenneth will obediently agree your request. Do you believe it?"

"I do!" She said sadly, "But why should your master listen to me? I am not his mother."

"You have a point." He also frowned. "You are just a little maid of my master. I guess every time he sees that Bugatti, he wants to kill you. It's pretty nice of him not to punish you. So why will he choose to help you?"

She said bitterly, "Besides this, I am neither a famous model nor a star. I don't have a good shape or a princess' temperament. In a word, I don't have anything that Mr. Wheeler likes!"

He blinked his eyes. "Hey, hey, hey. Why do I feel like you are jealous? You are not imagining that someone like my master will fall for you one day, are you? Cheesy fairytales like this won't happen to you! This is totally impossible!"

She gritted her teeth, grabbed a magazine and threw at his head. "Damn it! You look down on me as well! Which side are you on? You traitor!"

He covered his head and screamed in agony, "You are murdering your boyfriend! Guys, come and help me! My girlfriend is trying to kill me!" The two were having a fight at the school's lounge bar.

Andrea, who was sitting in the far corner, was so angry that she pouted her mouth high.

Due to her swollen face, she said in a small voice, "Is there any way to make that bitch Rylee turn into an ugly monster? I am so mad at her!"

A classmate answered casually, "Sulfuric acid!"

Her eyes instantly sparkled.

Sulfuric acid?

Rylee had no choice but to call Timothy.

When the call came in, Timothy who had always been busy, was having a project planning meeting.

In the front stage, a beautiful female employee was talking beside the projection screen.

Two rows of executives and leaders of the project were sitting down there.

Timothy was the one sitting at the most front.

He held his phone tightly in his pocket.

It was as if he became dependent on the phone suddenly.

Why didn't that girl call?

When his phone vibrated slightly, he quickly took it out. After seeing the caller ID, he showed a slight smile.

A glamorous light flickered in his ruthless eyes.

A few young girls sitting across the table were drooling staring at him.

Mr. Wheeler was so handsome

Even when he did not smile, he was quite fascinating. But they were so lucky to see him smile even just slightly at such a close distance. God knew how happy they felt! They wondered which woman could resist his charm when he smiled at her genuinely.

Well, it seemed that a girl called Rylee could resist the temptation.

The woman on the stage was still talking but Timothy already answered the phone.

"Mr. Wheeler, it's me," Rylee's cute voice came through the phone. He could imagine her pouting her mouth.

He lowered his voice and said, "Drop the word 'Mr.' and then add something in front of it."

Though his voice was small, the other attendees still noticed and looked at him all of a sudden.

Mr. Wheeler who used to be so cold and distant seemed a bit warm with a slight smile.

When answering the phone, he tapped the desktop rhythmically with his slender fingers, looking quite enjoyable.

Mr. Wheeler, a workaholic, even answered the phone during working hours!

And he did it in public!

Everyone was so surprised!

The female employee who was speaking on the stage was at a loss for words and stopped, looking at him.

Since her boss was listening to the phone, should she continue talking about the project?

He suddenly realized what was going on and waved his hand at her, signaling her to continue. Then she dared to continue her talking. "Oh?" Rylee frowned in confusion.

She understood what he meant by 'drop the word Mr.'.

But he reminded her to add something before his name, so what was it?

She dared not offend him because she had something that needed his help.

To add something else before his name?

Due to anxiety, she hurriedly said, "Dear Timothy!"

"Dear" was something that could be added before his name.

After saying that, she almost bit her own tongue.

Oh god. Why did she dare offend Mr. Wheeler like this?

Who gave her the rights to call him dear!

Please, don't be angry, Mr. Wheeler.

"Well, I am sorry. When I was in a hurry, my...my mind went empty. I really could not think of anything else," she stuttered.

Beloved, respected, dashing, handsome... Weren't these words available?

She secretly blamed herself for being blindly panicking.

"Pff..." He could not help but let out a low laugh.

"Dear Timothy" sounded so exciting to him when she spoke it out.

It simply made him have a strange feeling, as if he was being electrified.

Hearing his laugh, she stroked her chest and felt relieved.

Luckily, she did not drive him mad.

But his laugh seriously frightened everyone in the conference room!

Boss actually laughed!

His smiled was so crisp and youthful!

It was a kind of fascination to them all!

He casually swept around the conference room with his magnetic eyes, scaring all the attendees who instantly lowered their heads and pretended to listen carefully.

As the meeting went on, he continued his call.

"Timothy, don't tease me. I am really anxious!" Rylee said.

"Say it. What is it?" he asked.

"Your friend Kenneth is so terrible. He not only did not agree to my interview, but also blacklisted me! Damn it! What can I do now? If I can't do this interview, I can't get the 5,000 dollars! You also know that we are in the same boat. The money I earn is to pay you! Is that right?"

He who had always hated nagging, surprisingly listened to her long talk patiently.

He wanted to laugh but held back. Then he said slowly, "Since I gave you his number, you owed me a cup of coffee. As for whether he agrees or not, he's entitled to rejection."

She rolled her eyes.

He was pretending again!

"Timothy! I know Kenneth listens to you. If you ask him to accept the interview, he will definitely agree! So just give him an order!"

While speaking, she rubbed against a tree near her.

"It's not an easy thing," he said.

What the hell! He simply did it on purpose! Hmph!

She bit her lips and wanted so much to chop the tree beside her.

"It's not so hard. Not difficult at all! As long as you give the word, he will agree!" she said.

"I can give him an order..." he replied.

"Then hurry up and do it!" She seemed to have seen her 4,000 dollars!

"But..." he hesitated.

She knew there was a 'but'! Damn it!

"But what?" she asked.

"But why should I give that order to him?"

"Why? You have to think for me! Just for me!"

"Are you begging me?"

"I... Yes! I am begging you!" She did not even notice that she was being led into his trap of words step by step.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐