Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 613: Who the Hell Is She?



Chapter 613: Who the Hell Is She?

“Since you are begging me, you should behave in a proper way. I am in a meeting now, so if you want to talk to me, come to my office later,” he said.

After that, he hung up the phone with a wicked smile.

The meeting was still going on, but he looked down and fiddled with his phone, suddenly smiling to himself.

All the attendees were amazed by his smile!

Rylee clutched her phone and froze.

Begging him? To go to his office to beg him in person?

She was simply going crazy!

In the far distance, she could still see Joseph talking and laughing with two girls.

Damn Joseph! How could he always be useless at such a critical moment?

She expected him to give a good idea, but he allowed himself to be distracted by beautiful girls!

She clenched her small fist. “Humph! I will just go to his office! Anyway, Mr. Frank has already said that he won’t deduct my credits! I will not be frightened!”

She rode her mountain bike towards the Royal Group.

When she arrived at the group building, she looked upwards.

“Oh my! It’s so high, huh? How many floors are there? As a boss who extorts people’s money, he's really rich. Look at the sky-high building!”

When she parked her bike in front of the building, a security guard ran over and yelled at her aggressively, “Hey, hey, little girl! This is not a place for you to park your bike! Just leave quickly! Do you know what this place is?”

“I am going upstairs to see someone and talk business with him,” she explained in defense with a pouted face.

“That won’t do either! Park somewhere else! Do you think anyone can park here? How dare you park your shabby bike here?” he said.

“Hey! A bike is a bike. Why do you have to call it a shabby bike? How can you call it a shabby one? Even if it is shabby, it is my bike and you can’t talk to people like that!” she said to him with her chin up.

He got furious and reached for his electric baton. “Yoo-hoo! You dare talk back, little girl! Do you want to be beaten up or what?”

A few female employees in suits passed by, covering their mouths and laughing at her, “A little girl from the countryside wants to go into our building.”

“Oops, is she a relative of a certain cleaner?” one woman said.

“Who knows? She looked just like a country bumpkin!” another woman said.

Rylee got furious, looked at them and shouted, “I am here to see Mr. Wheeler!”

They got stunned and then burst into laughter after two seconds.

Was she delusional?

Mr. Wheeler?

Was Mr. Wheeler someone she would be able to see?!

Even the deputy mayor had to wait if he wanted to see Mr. Wheeler.

Rylee’s face turned crimson with anger.

Three men ran down from above with hurried steps.

The security guards and the female staff all shut up in fear at the sight of them.

One of the men was the chief bodyguard of Mr. Wheeler!

He was said to be the leader of EP Noir Society, which was affiliated to the Royal Group!

"Armand..." The security guard hurriedly bowed his head to Armand and saluted.

Armand ran over with two men and didn't even look at the men. He ran straight towards Rylee, then bowed respectfully towards Rylee, "Ms. Carrrol, you're here!"

The two men behind Armand bowed together.

The three men bowed in unison, which directly frightened the surrounding staff and security guards.

Who the hell was this unassuming little girl?

Even Armand was so respectful to her!

"Armand, you've come just in time. These security guards won't let me in and won't let me park my bike here."

Armand gave the security guard a stern look but said to Rylee with a warm smile, "They are all ignorant. Just ignore them. Of course, you can't leave your bike here. It is to be taken in the lift to Mr. Wheeler's door."

The crowd gaped in disbelief.

How could a bicycle be allowed to enter the Royal Group and be taken in a lift directly to Mr. Wheeler's door? NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

What the hell!

"Is this whole building owned by the Royal Group?"

"Yes, the whole building," Armand explained kindly.

The two men were already pushing Rylee's bike and heading upstairs.

Rylee looked at the floor, "Is this building rented?"

Armand laughed, "How can it be rented? We bought the land and built it all ourselves."

Rylee curled her lips.

Oh my God! How rich Mr. Wheeler was!

This land would cost a fortune! And it would cost even more to build this building!

Mr. Wheeler did have money!

Armand escorted Rylee into the lobby.

The security guards and the female staff were still in a daze.

They rode Timothy's special lift straight up to the twenty-ninth floor.

"Ms. Carrrol, this is Mr. Wheeler's room. You may enter."

Armand bowed and backed away.

Rylee looked around and found it relatively quiet. Timothy really knew how to enjoy himself. His office was so winding and circuitous, with all those complicated secretarial offices outside.

She knocked on the door.

"Mr. Wheeler! May I come in? It's Rylee!"

Rylee finished and leaned over the door to listen, but the quality of the door was apparently so good that she couldn't hear any movement.

Rylee hesitated and twisted the door handle. The door was unlocked and Rylee pushed it in.

"Whoa-oh!" Once inside, Rylee exclaimed in amazement.

He was worthy of being the richest man in Asia!

This wasn't an office. It was a presidential parlor!

Behind the oversized desk was a floor-to-ceiling window.

"Looking down from here, it's quite dizzying." Rylee stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down.

The cars and people below had become tiny ants.

Rylee also sat in Timothy's chair and tried it out.

The chair was so big and spacious and it was comfortable to sit in. She spun it around and thought it was quite fun.

"Well, it's nice to be the president." Rylee said to herself gleefully, then looked around the oversized office and wondered, "But where's Mr. Wheeler?"

There was a door that went inward, probably a break room or something connected to it. Maybe Mr. Wheeler was resting in there.

She walked over!

And when she walked through the door next to it, she saw a small bar counter where a few people could sit on the sofas and sip a glass of wine and have a cup of tea.

"He really knows how to enjoy himself." Rylee grimaced.

Further in, there was another door.

"What's with all the doors? Won't he find it troublesome? Mr. Wheeler? Timothy? Where are you?"

Rylee scratched her head and had to push open yet another door.

It looked like a bedroom, with a big comfy bed and a wardrobe. It looked like Mr. Wheeler could usually rest here when he was tired.

She had reached this room and she still hadn't seen Timothy.

Rylee gritted her teeth and looked at the other door, "If he's still not in that door, I'm leaving! How annoying!"

Rylee was so angry that she pushed open the door that was attached to the bedroom.

Huff!

The first thing that hit her when the door opened was a blast of hot air.

Rylee fanned herself with her small hand before she could see the room clearly.

It was a bathroom!

There was a shower, mirror, bathtub ...

The bathtub was full of water and bubbles, and Timothy was lying in it!

"Ah!"

Rylee's eyes widened in shock as she shouted.

Why was Mr. Wheeler so fond of bathing?

He was in the shower last time, and he was still in the shower this time!

She was going crazy!

A huge pile of bubbles covered Timothy's body in the large tub. Fortunately, his key parts were covered, revealing only his strong, broad shoulders and powerful calves.

If he had shown a little more, Rylee would have had a nosebleed.

"Ah! Well, I didn't know this was a bathroom. You go on. I'll go out and wait."

Rylee said in a panic and her face burned hot. She turned to pull on the door but found that the door couldn't be opened no matter how hard she pulled.

What?!

Rylee's eyes widened.

She faced the door and didn't know what to do.

She had just been able to get in, but why was the door not moving now?

It was as if it was locked!

Timothy said calmly as if no one was around and was not the least bit shy, "You ... are up to no good."

What?

Rylee stiffened, frowned, and grunted at the door, "What do you mean by that? I don't have any bad intentions."

"Isn't it?" Timothy raised an eyebrow and said innocently, "Last time, you looked at me all over and today you broke into my bathroom ... You've been plotting to peek at my body, haven't you?"

Rylee's face immediately scrunched up in shame.

"No! Really! I never had any intentions like that! God can prove it for me! How could I ever have the nerve to covet you!"

Rylee gripped the door helplessly and stomped her foot.

"I am generous, and even if my body is seen by you, I can still forgive you. However, I am always being seen by you and always at a disadvantage, which makes me feel uncomfortable. Why don't you also strip naked and let me look all over? It's fairer this way too. What do you think?"

Timothy's thin lips curled up into a wicked smile.

"Ah! No, no, no, no!" Rylee freaked out and turned around to emphasize, "I didn't mean to see your body! I really didn't mean to!"

With that, she caught sight of Timothy's firm pecs and hurriedly ducked her head with wide eyes.

Boom, boom, boom ...

Her heart was beating fast as if it was about to jump out.

Holy shit, it was so seductive the way he showered!

“Hold on, Rylee! you must hold on!” She said in her mind.

“Just think of it as reading a magazine. You mustn't get a nosebleed!”

Damn it, she had the horny idea to reach out and touch his pecs.

Timothy patted the tub with one arm, "You now understand how I feel when you're always taking advantage of me, right?"

Rylee nodded furiously with a red face, "Yes, yes. I understand perfectly now."

"Then you should also know what will happen to you if I get annoyed, right?"

Rylee's legs went limp and she almost fainted, "Yes, I know. I won't dare next time."

"Oh? You want there to be the next time?"

"No, I didn't mean that ..."

Rylee found out how she was getting dumber and dumber.

The more she talked, the more she made herself sound like a pervert.


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