Why did a gang leader have so much free time?
He seemed to be able to show up in front of her at any time.
Joseph was so excited that he jumped out of the car, rubbed his hands and shouted, "Master! Master,
you're here!"
Rylee felt annoyed.
She scolded Joseph in her heart for being that disappointing and embarrassing, calling a ganster his
master.
Rylee secretly kicked Joseph with her shoe and whispered, "Stop it. What's good about him that makes
you so excited?"
Joseph directly ignored Rylee, waved his hands and giggled. "Master! Master!"
Rylee really wanted to faint.
She felt like she was in a low-budget action film.
Seeing Rylee didn't move at all, Armand went enraged.
Damn, how could this girl not move a muscle when she sees such a great man like Boss Timothy? Any
woman with some common sense would run straightaway to him. His boss had never been so
enthusiastic to any woman, and Rylee was behaving so arrogant and ungrateful.
Timothy had to walk towards Rylee with light steps. He was surrounded by an aura typical of an
experienced martial art master.
Rylee looked at Timothy who was walking towards her like a male leopard and she felt chills. She
couldn't help thinking that Selena dreamed about marrying this guy. In case they were married and had
sex in bed, once this man with martial arts skills moved a little harder, Selena might be killed by him...
Rylee secretly gasped at the terrible sight. It was a dangerous thing to marry a man who was a martial
art master.
When her head was stuffed with a mess of thoughts, Rylee couldn't help being timid to Timothy. She
rubbed her sandals and whispered, "Why are you here again, mister?"
The word "again" made Timothy frown.
Why? Is this little thing so reluctant to see him?
As a man, he can't help drooling when he observed Timothy like this. Joseph now admired Timothy to
death.
He was probably 6 foot 3, with long and sturdy legs.
Because he was used to working out, he was muscular and needless to say, his body was flawless.
His muscle was not the exaggerated deformed type like those bodybuilding dudes, nor the type of lean
muscle due to being skinny.
It was just right!
His pair of big sunglasses suited his temperament very well too.
He looked evil, cold, carefree and sexy!
His hair obliquely covered his forehead, making his face smaller and more delicate, and he looked like
an intellect.
A gang leader who gave commands to kill could actually look like an intellect?
What a strange combination!
With that, Joseph looked at Timothy who was in front of him with a goofy smile.
Yet it seemed that Timothy didn't even look at him.
Timothy was wearing a beige colored tank top, tightly wrapped around the muscles of his upper body.
Outside, he casually put on a short light green linen suit left unbuttoned, revealing his chest.
With Rylee's short height, she could see his chest and abdomen just right.
Rylee couldn't help swallowing as she looked at his muscles.
Why was Mr. Wheeler dressed up so sexily? Damn.
"Again? How could it be? I haven't been here today."
Timothy shoved one hand into his pocket and stood in front of the little girl.
Rylee pouted and looked up. "Oh, you didn't come today, but you came yesterday."
"I came yesterday, so I can't come today? There’s no such rule."
Timothy glanced at the university and then at her unhappily.
Armand coughed and chimed in. He let out an awkward chuckle. "No one would be bold enough to
stop you from coming, sir!"
Timothy secretly clenched his fist in his pocket.
He was going crazy. Why did he always want to reach out and pinch her rosy cheek?
He must not do it! Otherwise, that girl is going to get even more audacious.
"Why? You don’t want to see me?"
"Huh? Of, of course not." Rylee waved her hands and squeezed out a flattering smile.
How could she say that she doesn't want to see him? He was a gang leader. If he was unhappy, he can
destroy a whole family.
Rylee continued flattering without caring for her pride. "Of course, it's a great honor for me to meet
you."
"Just an honor?" Timothy frowned.
Rylee was startled.
Is being honored not enough?
What else did he want from her?
"Oh, oh, not only am I honored, I’m also very, very happy! Exhilarated!”
She wondered if her flattery was right on point.
Rylee secretly peeked at Timothy's face.
Timothy heard this, and gradually, he let out a smile.
Rylee instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, it was right this time.
She was safe.
Timothy looked at Rylee's adorable expression. He couldn't help it anymore. He stretched out his hand
and pinched Rylee's face.
Her face felt excellent, it was smooth and tender!
"Hey little thing!"
"Ouch, what are you doing, sir? You can't pinch my face like this. You'll make my face less elastic!"
Rylee slapped Timothy's hand away, massaged her face up and down with her small hands, rolled her
eyes, and glared at Timothy discontentedly.
Seeing Rylee's look, Timothy was in a good mood for no reason. He chuckled.
Rylee looked at Timothy and was stunned.
Mr. Wheeler... He smiles so beautifully. He really charms all sentient beings.
Timothy put his big hand on her head and rubbed her hair carelessly. His cold tone was mixed with a bit
of affection. "Let's go, get in."
There were still too many people passing by here. Although his men have blocked meters of the road,
the students can still stretch their necks to look here.
He was not afraid.
He was only afraid that Rylee's university life will be affected.
Rylee pouted more. "Hey, adults can't bully kids like this. My hair is messed up by you, you can’t do
this."
She only remembered something after docilely followed him for a few steps. She stood still and asked,
"Where did you go last time?"
Joseph looked around and found himself ignored. He cried anxiously, "Master, where are you going?
Could you take me with you?"
Timothy then went to look at Joseph. Joseph immediately put up a flattering smile.
Timothy frowned slightly. "I can't take you."
He can’t bear looking at any man who stayed close to Rylee.
Joseph was about to cry. "Why, master? I'm a good boy. Really, I can promise you with Rylee’s life.
Please, master, take me with you."
Timothy had put one arm around Rylee domineeringly and he sound displeased, "I’ve said no."
In his heart, he was frowning at Joseph for being too clingy.
Rylee yelled in Timothy's arms, "Hey, you two, why don't you ask me if I agree or not? I haven't agreed
to go! What are you talking about here? And you, Joseph, why did you make a promise with my life?
Who gave you the permission to do this?"
Joseph bared his teeth. "We’re best friends, right?"
Rylee spitted. She had been used to playing tricks on Joseph.
Armand couldn't bear to see it anymore and he urged, "Hurry up and get in. There are more and more
people here, and it could cause a traffic congestion."
Rylee frowned. "Sir, I should go home now. Why do I have to get into the car?"
Timothy sighed. "To eat of course. Don’t you want to eat?"
"Of course I want to eat, but...why should I eat with you? I want to go home."
Timothy thought for a while. "Tomorrow is Saturday."
"Well, yeah, Saturday, I know, so?"
Does it have anything to do with having dinner today? Rylee was baffled.
Timothy said with a gloomy look. "Tomorrow’s Saturday, when you're going to be my maid at my house.
Shouldn't you get familiar with the environment in advance today?"
Rylee suddenly understood.
"Oh...so it’s because of this..."
"Get in."
"No!"
Hearing Rylee's refusal again, Armand wanted to hit the wall with his head.
Damn it, Rylee! Why is she so good at torturing people? Their wise boss has never tolerated anyone
like this.
Timothy took a deep breath, put his hands on Rylee's shoulders, looked down at her and asked in
dismay, "Why not? What more reasons do you have?"
Rylee said seriously, "It's clear that we won't start working until tomorrow, so why should I familiarize
myself with the environment in advance today? Doesn't this mean an additional workload? Now I know
it's true that capitalists are good at exploiting people."
"This is it?"
"Isn't this enough? Why should I work more without a raise? I'm not stupid, so I won't agree. I'll go to
your place tomorrow..."
Before she finished, Rylee was shocked to find that her feet were off the ground!
"Arghh, let me go. What's going on?"
Timothy ran out of patience. He carried her up in his arms and strode to the car.
Joseph was dumbfounded at once
Damn, master is really strong.
It was how the hero would carry the princess often seen in books.
The posture was indeed very pleasant to the eye, but it was difficult to do.
Any man who carried a woman like this would basically gasp like pigs, and it would normally make him
lumber.
But Timothy, this scary man... Not only could he walk fast without difficulty while carrying Rylee and
breathe smoothly, he could also talk and smile.
"You’re really difficult to deal with, little thing. Alright, I'll give you a raise."
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