Wolf President Hooks Up
Chapter 626: You Are Just My Younger Sister

Felicia stomped, walking towards the corridor anxiously.

What did the woman say? A temptress? Hitting on Timothy?

Who was that temptress?

Felicia's eyes reddened in anxiety.

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Two gangsters saw Felicia coming over, looking anxious.

They blocked her way. "Excuse me, Ms. Schultz. Where are you going?"

"Move! I'm going to replace Timothy."

"You can't go in there, Ms. Schultz."

"Can't you understand me? I said I was going to replace Timothy. Why? Do you want to stop me? You have death wishes, don't you?"

Felicia had been spoiled since she was little, so she was always arrogant and short-tempered. She only behaved herself in Timothy's presence. Once she blew up, the two gangsters were scared.

"Felicia, why are you blowing up on them?"

She heard a voice above her head.

Felicia immediately looked up. "Timothy!"

Timothy winked at the two gangsters, who instantly stepped away.

"Weren't you in the garden? Why did you come back? It's so noisy here."

Timothy gestured at Armand, who was on the other end of the corridor, and looked down at Felicia.

"Where have you been, Timothy?" Felicia hugged his waist tightly as if Timothy was her exclusive belonging.

"Let go of me, Felicia. We're in public. It's not proper." Timothy pulled her arms away indifferently.

Felicia looked over at the corridor and asked with bulged cheeks, "Have you been in there?"

"Yes. I went to the restroom."

"Did you go in there with a woman?"

Timothy frowned and answered flatly, "Nope."

"But others told me they saw you go in with a woman. They said she was a temptress."

"Who's so nosy? How dare they spread rumors! You've been deceived. I went there alone."

"I don't buy it. Humph! I'll go in to check it out myself."

As she spoke, Felicia was going into the corridor.

Timothy didn't stop her. He walked in another direction and said, "Go ahead. Find the woman. If you can even replace an eighty-year-old woman, I will reward you with a house."

He knew Felicia well. If he insisted on stopping her from doing something, she would suspect and insist on doing it.

Felicia paused her paces. Pouting, she looked at Timothy's back. He was walking to several men. One enchanting woman was hitting on him.

Felicia stomped, followed him instantly. She hoped to take his arm, looking at that woman in the provocation. Felicia declared that Timothy belonged to her.

The woman with the seductive smile became disappointed. She looked away.

She heaved a sigh for the chance. Just now, President Wheeler, the man known as not interested in women, smiled faintly at her. She thought it was free lunch. However, before she could make any move, another woman clung to President Wheeler. The woman believed that her good luck today had been used up.

"Timothy, did you truly not take any woman in there with you?" Felicia asked.

Timothy said unhappily, "I said it already. Believe it or not."

"Alas... Did you or did you not?"

"I've answered you, but you insist on asking. I'm annoyed."

Timothy had a stern look and pushed Felicia away. "Go ahead and look for the woman. Don't nag to me. Hurry up."

Felicia looked at his cold face, afraid he was angry with her. She approached him carefully.

Clinging to his body, she said apologetically, "All right. I know I'm too suspicious. Do you know how much I care about you? Timothy, please don't be mad."

In front of Timothy, she couldn't replace her own ego at all. She usually took his mood as hers. She was afraid of her anger. She was always a gentlewoman and cared about his mood when being with him.

She wished that he could fall in love with her.

For Rylee's safety, Timothy took Felicia away from the banquet quite early.

On the way, Timothy kept silent.

He supported his chin to peer out of the window.

Felicia sat next to him, studying his expression from time to time.

"Timothy..."

He looked annoyed.

"You've grown up," Timothy suddenly said,

He didn't look at Felicia while staring at the night view outside the window.

"You should give up your childish behaviors," Timothy continued expressionlessly, "Even if I have been there with any woman, or I have sex with any other woman, you should accept it peacefully. You are just my younger sister. I've told you several times." Felicia was shocked. She bit her bottom lip, staring at Timothy's side face tearfully.

She felt a sharp pang in her heart as if countless daggers were stabbed into it.

Felicia bit her bottom lip so much that it almost bled. She turned around to peer out of the window and said stubbornly, "I can't do it. I can never do it."

Timothy glanced at the back of her head, heaving a sigh.

When Rylee was allowed to go out of the room, Timothy had left with Felicia.

She looked around but failed to replace Manfred.

Armand was asked to stay in the banquet to protect Rylee. He approached her and said, "Are you looking for Manfred Shawn?"

"Right. He took me here earlier."

She wondered why Manfred wasn't there.

"You can't replace him. He left while carrying Caroline Carroll earlier."

"What? Caroline? Did you say he carried her and left?"

Rylee widened her eyes in disbelief.

She looked for him around the hall. Sure enough, Brook, Deborah, and other Carroll family members were not there. They should have gone. Rylee frowned, feeling so lonely and disappointed. "They've all gone. Why didn't he tell me?"

How could Manfred leave her alone without informing her?

The man, who said he liked her, would wait for her to grow up, and give her time to fall in love with him, just left without saying a word.

Armand said, "Boss asked me to give you a ride home. Don't worry. Please leave everything to him."

Rylee looked up at Armand in a trance.

Her babyface was full of sadness that she had been dumped.

No matter how difficult it was, she always expected to be surrounded warmly.

Finally, a man named Manfred approached her, who gave her warmth and care just like her mother. She hadn't felt the warmth that he brought her for a while longer, but it already disappeared silently. She asked why Manfred could leave her and ignore her like this.

He had brought her to the banquet.

Fortunately, Timothy still remembered her and sent someone to give her a ride home. If not, would she need to hail a taxi home pitifully?

Thinking about that, Rylee sniffed.

"Hey, girl. What are you doing? You look down and silly."

Rylee looked up instantly. She curled her lips and sobbed. "Joseph..."

She threw herself into Joseph's arms, rubbing his chest.

Joseph grinned. "Oops. Finally, you are willing to let me embrace you. All right. Come to stay at my house tonight. I'll kick out that girl from the English major."

Rylee immediately bounced away. Glaring at him, she curled her lips and said in disdain, "Can you behave yourself? You only know dating girls. Aren't you afraid of being sick?"

Joseph stroked her cheek with an evil smile. "Are you jealous, baby?"

"If I was jealous, I would kill myself now."

Rylee slapped his hand violently.

"Ahem... Ahem..." Armand couldn't stand the scene and coughed hard.

Only then did Rylee recall that he was standing next to her. "Haha... Armand, why don't you go home first? This brad can ride me home."

Armand's face darkened. He said unhappily, "Ms. Carroll, you'd better pay attention to the distance with men."

"What?" Rylee widened her mouth, rubbing her ear in disbelief.

Armand sounded so old-fashioned.

She couldn't believe Armand had said so.

Armand cast Joseph a glance and left.

Rylee curled her lips and heaved a sigh. "Gee. Why is it so difficult to be a gang leader's maid? I can't wear a short dress, nor can I talk to a man. I'm so pitiful." Right then, Rylee's phone rang. She took a look and swiped to answer, "Hello?"

"Hello, Rylee. Caroline got drunk and vomited. I've sent her to the hospital. I'll go back to pick you up later," Manfred said as gently as usual.

Rylee forgave him instantly. He didn't dump her. He sent Caroline to the hospital and would return to pick her up.

"Okay. It's alright. Please don't bother. I'll let Joseph give me a ride. Please be careful when driving."

"Well. That's good. I'm sorry, Rylee."

"Haha... It's all right."

Rylee smiled after hanging up the phone.

The warmth belonging to her still remained. She was delighted.

"Hey! It's not like you. When you talk to that hateful Mr. Shaw, you are not yourself at all. You are so affected. Do you fake being a gentlewoman?" Joseph patted her shoulder.

Rylee rolled her eyes at him. "What are you talking about, Brat? How could Manfred be hateful? What is wrong with you? Don't talk to me. I'm annoyed." "Haha... I don't care. I'm not annoyed by you."

Joseph followed Rylee cheekily.

Rylee smiled again.

However, she wondered if she had indeed been affected when being with Manfred. Did she fake being a gentlewoman for real? Wasn't she like herself? Rylee was confused.

Manfred sent Caroline to the hospital.

She was put on a drip. Deborah asked everyone else to leave, forcing Manfred to stay with Caroline alone.

Sitting next to the bed, Manfred checked the time on his cell phone from time time. He felt irritated.