Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 623: The Exclusive Interview

Rylee bulged her cheeks and said to Timothy, “Don’t talk nonsense! Manfred isn’t a Kung Fu fighter. Do you think others are all skillful as you?”

Timothy looked annoyed.

He found that as long as Manfred was with her, she would bias against Manfred.

Kenneth widened his affectionate eyes. “Oops, little girl. Boss has saved you this time.”

Rylee rolled her eyes at him. “It was Manfred who helped me.”

“Hey! Little girl...”

“I’ve told you not to call me little girl many times. What is wrong with you?”

Kenneth raised his fist, but Rylee stuck out her tongue carelessly.

Timothy couldn’t bear that Rylee kept clinging to Manfred. He suddenly asked, “Do you still want to do the exclusive interview or not?”

“What?” Rylee widened her eyes.

Kenneth was standing in front of her now. How could she forget to ask him for an exclusive interview?

Rylee understood and put on a hypocritical smile instantly. She approached Kenneth step by step. “Mr. Keith... Haha... Mr. Keith, it’s such a pleasure to meet you again. Can't you see it? Fate brought us here.”

Kenneth felt awkward. He muttered, “Stop it! Your faked smile scared me. Boss, I’m quite busy. Please excuse me.”

Timothy would teach him a lesson if he couldn’t deal with the exclusive interview nicely. He would suffer a loss.

Hence, Kenneth decided to run away.

“Wait! Mr. Keith, wait for a moment. I want to talk to you.”

Timothy rushed up and grabbed Rylee’s hand. He whispered, “I also want to talk to you. Come with me.”

Manfred called, “Rylee!”

Rylee was used to taking Timothy’s order. She took a step forward. Upon hearing Manfred’s voice, she paused. Looking at Manfred and then at Timothy, she said in a dilemma, “Can you talk to me in another day?”

She couldn’t leave Manfred here alone.

Timothy sneered. “Why? Are you unwilling to leave? If you don’t come with me, you won’t get the exclusive interview. It’s up to you.”

As he spoke, he shook off her hand and turned away.

“What? The exclusive interview?” Rylee was fully attracted. She anxiously explained to Manfred, “Manfred, I’ll go talk to Timothy for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

Then she trotted to catch up with Timothy and smiled at him. She said with a flattering smile, “Haha... Timothy, I’m here. What do you want to talk to me?”

Manfred was standing motionlessly while holding the bottle of wine. He increased his strength secretly. Cracks appeared on the bottle, but it wasn’t broken.

He used his inner strength.

How could Rylee call Timothy’s first name so naturally?

She stopped calling him Mr. Wheeler.

She called him so intimately!

Gloominess was written all over Manfred’s ever-peaceful face.

Timothy glanced at Rylee’s smiling face coldly. He felt delighted secretly. However, he had a stern look and said, “Aren’t you reluctant to leave your Uncle Manfred? Go find him. Why are you following me?” NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

If Kenneth were here, he would stomp and vomit.

How could Timothy speak such jealous words?

It was way too awkward.

Rylee stuck out her tongue in secret, smiling more brightly. “No matter what, your matter is the most critical. No one else is as important as you. Right?”

Timothy cast a glance at her with a faint smile.

He purposely coughed and looked down at his empty hand, shaking it.

Rylee looked over slowly, tilting her head. Then she looked at Timothy’s expression and understood what he meant. She grabbed his big hand with a flattering smile. “Timothy, please call the playboy back and let him agree on the exclusive interview.”

To beg him pitifully, she even shook his arm.

Timothy raised his eyebrows and changed his posture to grab Rylee’s hand instead. With a satisfied smile, he said, “You weren’t obedient to me at all. Do you hope me to help you?”

Rylee pouted and followed him. She retorted, “That’s not true. I wasn’t disobedient to you. Actually, I wasn’t invited to this party, so Manfred took me here as her date. I can’t leave him alone, can I?”

“Manfred is your uncle,” suddenly, Timothy said.

“And?”

“He’s your uncle. You must keep that in mind all the time.”

“I... I... I always remember it.”

“Then why didn’t you respect him? You even flirted with him and hugged him.”

“What? I didn’t.”

When did she flirt with him and hug him?

Timothy paused his pace. His tall and sturdy figure looked like a statue. Raising his eyebrows, he asked, “Didn’t you?”

Rylee raised her face and looked up at him. Heaving a sigh, she said, “All right. I was wrong. But, are you angry because of it? Because of what I did with Manfred?”

Rylee snickered.

Timothy looked at her in a panic. Then he looked away. “How can I be angry with you?”

Rylee grinned. “If you are not angry, please help me with the exclusive interview.”

Timothy looked down and happened to see Rylee’s curved bosom. Half of it was exposed, looking tender and soft.

A heatwave surged in his body.

“Come over.”

Timothy pulled her to the corridor.

“Hey. Slow down. I rarely wear high heels. I can’t walk fast.”

“Do you want me to carry you on my shoulder?”

“No... Thanks, though.”

Many people watched Timothy, the man not interested in women, pull a young woman away from their sight.

All of them were wondering who that woman was.

Timothy’s girlfriend?

But why did she come here with Manfred?

She seemed to be close to Mr. Keith as well.

Brook was speaking. Suddenly, he blinked. He seemed to have seen Rylee.

When he tried to take a look again, she was gone.

He thought it was just his illusion.

Timothy pulled Rylee to a corridor with many rooms, where there was no one.

A nosy man wanted to follow them, but two men in suits stopped him. “You can’t go over there.”

“Haha... I just want to...”

“Shut up and scram, or you're dead here.”

A guard touched the pistol on his belt. The man escaped in fear.

No one was allowed to follow Timothy.

“Where are we going?”

Rylee followed Timothy, trotting while panting.

Timothy opened a door and dragged her in. Then he closed the door and pressed her against it.

***

Armand held a plate with a lot of delicious food. Leaning against the wall, he was munching.

A man trotted over and whispered in his ear, “Mr. Armand, Boss took a woman into a room inside.”

“Oh?” Armand swallowed the food and widened his eyes. “Was it Ms. Schultz?”

Felicia was Timothy’s date tonight.

The man shook his head hard. “Not really.”

“Not really? Just go straight to the point.”

Armand picked up another piece of food with his fork and pressed it into his mouth.

“Another woman. Her surname is Carroll.”

“What?” Armand gaped. The food was stuck in his throat, making him roll his eyes.

The man patted him on the back to help him swallow. Armand grabbed his collar. “What did you say? Rylee Carroll is also here?”

“Hmm... Hmm...” The man couldn’t utter any word, only nodding hard.

“Jesus! That’s so troublesome. Why did that girl come here? So annoying!”

As soon as Rylee showed up, Timothy would become abnormal. Armand was sure Timothy would entirely concentrate on Rylee. The problem was Felicia was here as well. She insisted on marrying Timothy stubbornly.

Besides, she was the only daughter of Timothy’s master. Her identity was pretty unique, and her relationship with Timothy was so tricky...

If Felicia found Timothy had a crush on Rylee...

As far as Armand knew about Felicia, the latter would make a fuss and end Rylee’s life...

What should they do?

Inwardly, Armand complained, ‘Boss, aren’t you supposed to be the most determined and rational?

‘Why does your reason disappear as soon as Rylee appears?’

Armand left that man, tossed his plate, and strode away.

The man leaned against the wall to keep his balance. He muttered, “Why can’t I say not really? Armand always says that as well! Humph!”

Rylee was leaning against the door, gasping for breath.

The room was dark without a light. Only faint light fell in from the window.

She wondered why Timothy had taken her here. It was dark, quite spooky.

Rylee looked around in fear. Then she raised her head to look up at Timothy in front of her.

He was too tall.

She wore the high heels tonight, but she still couldn’t reach his shoulder.

He was almost six feet three. She wondered why Mr. Wheeler wasn’t a basketball player.

“Timothy, why are we here? It’s so dark.”

Rylee wanted to move. Only then did she realize that she couldn’t move at all.

Timothy was pressing her on the door.

“You are squeezing me. Distance yourself,” Rylee pouted and muttered.

Timothy kept silent.

Rylee narrowed her eyes, trying her best to read his expression. Then she found that he was like a cheetah, gazing at her as if he were a predator.

She felt as if he was about to swallow her alive the next second.

“Why don’t you speak? Are you mute?”