Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 622: I’ll Work Hard

Timothy said quickly, “You might make a mistake. You’ve just come back for a few days. Kenneth, why don’t you let your date show Felicia around. It must be boring for them to stand here without doing anything.”

Kenneth rolled his eyes, grinning. “Right. You should go around. It’s pretty boring here. Babe, go ahead and show Ms. Schultz around. The backyard is nice with a swing. Go ahead.”

Felicia pouted. “I feel you are sending me away purposely.”

Timothy patted her back. “Good girl, I just feel sorry for you. You are wearing high heels. If you keep standing here, your feet will hurt. I’ll go find you in the backyard later. OK?”

Felicia smiled in satisfaction. “Promise?”

Timothy smiled, but his eyes were cold. “Sure. You can’t hide from me deliberately.”

Felicia suddenly became naughty when hearing his words. She pulled Kenneth’s date to the backyard.

After taking a few steps, she turned around and smiled sweetly at Timothy.

Timothy nodded at her with a perfunctory smile.

His eyes were cold, and he squeezed words between his teeth coldly, “Why is that girl so close with Manfred? Isn’t she afraid of being allergic?”

Kenneth glanced at his handsome face in disbelief.

He felt sickened.

He had never expected that Timothy would speak such words full of jealousy.

It wasn’t like Timothy’s style at all.

Kenneth took a sip of wine and shrugged. “Of course. They are family. Manfred is her uncle.”

“Damned uncle!” Timothy gritted his teeth.

His fists had been clenched tightly.

He raised his chin and narrowed his eyes.

Deborah saw Manfred come in with Rylee. She smashed her wine glass on the table and cursed, “Stupid bastard!”

Caroline, Andrea, and Daphne looked over at the entrance, also seeing the charming Rylee.

Rylee hadn’t put on any makeup, but she looked stunning.

“Just like her mother, she’s good at hitting on men,” Caroline cursed with a low voice. Her hands holding the plate trembled.

Andrea narrowed her eyes and muttered in disdain, “See her foxy eyes? She hits on men with them. Bitch!”

Daphne bit her bottom lip in silence.

Andrea sensed something and looked at Daphne in dissatisfaction. “Are you OK, Daphne? Why are you silent? Are you sick?”

Daphne shook her head in fear. “I’m fine. I’m eating.”

She raised her cupcake to show Andrea, covering her panic.

Caroline and Andrea walked to Rylee like warriors.

Rylee had already seen Caroline’s twisted face, secretly amused.

She believed that Caroline must be pretty jealous now. She was so excited to piss Caroline off.

Rylee purposely tilted her body and let out a cry in a low voice, “Ouch!”

She fell toward Manfred. The latter immediately reached out his arms and held her waist.

Rylee’s soft body was nestled in Manfred’s arms.

“What happened?” he lowered his head and asked.

“Oh, my ankle twisted a bit. I’m not used to the high heels.”

Rylee muttered coquettishly, “My ankle hurts.”

“If not serious, I can help you up.”

“Okay. Thank you so much, Manfred.”

Rylee stared at him with her twinkling eyes. The latter was stunned.

“Rylee Carroll!” Manfred raised his head in surprise when hearing Caroline’s angry voice.

“Caroline?”

Manfred frowned at her unfriendly look.

Rylee smiled faintly and said, “Caroline, why are you shouting on such an occasion? You are not in our house.”

As she spoke, she nestled more in Manfred’s arms.

Caroline almost went nuts in anger.

Rylee raised her eyebrows and looked at Caroline in the provocation.

“Who allows you to come here, Rylee Carroll? Didn’t Dad forbid you to come here? You don’t have an invitation. Why did you come here shamelessly? Don’t you have a shame?”

Rylee raised her chin. “It seems you were ignored as soon as I arrived here. No wonder you are so angry now. It turns out you are jealous of me. Haha.”

“Rylee Carroll, I am jealous of you? You are so shameless. Do you want our family to be disgraced? Is this a place that you are allowed to come?”

“Why can’t she be here?” Manfred looked at Caroline unhappily. He said in anger, “You can come here, but why can’t Rylee? I invited her to come here as my date. What’s wrong about it?”

Caroline blushed in anger, stomping. “Manfred! How can you do this?”

Andrea rested her hands on her hips. “You shameless bitch! How can you hold Manfred like that? He’s our uncle. You just become floppy whenever seeing a man, don’t you?”

Rylee sneered. “All right. I’ll leave Uncle Manfred alone. I can go find Joseph.”

Andrea was choked.

Manfred still held Rylee and answered, stressing each syllable, “Listen. I like Rylee. She’s the best woman in my eyes. Caroline, you’d better shut up. Can you leave a good impression on me?”

Caroline gaped.

So did Andrea, who covered her mouth.

Manfred admitted that he liked Rylee in public.

Caroline’s eyes reddened. Biting her lower lip, she felt distraught. In the end, she glared at Rylee and ran away in dismay.

Andrea stomped. “Rylee Carroll, you stole my sister’s boyfriend. Shame on you!”

After that, she turned around to chase Caroline.

Rylee breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to withdraw from Manfred’s arms.

Manfred asked with hidden complaints, “You behaved so intimately with me to piss off Caroline, didn’t you?”

“Hm?”

Rylee was shocked, looking up at him.

Manfred’s eyes were full of blue, which was so unfamiliar to Rylee.

“I...I...” Rylee had a feeling as if she were a thief caught red-hand. She didn’t know how to answer.

Manfred smiled bitterly. “I’m so pitiful. Even I knew you’d done it purposely. I was delighted to be used by you. I can, despite my dignity, to like you. Rylee, can you learn to like me for a little bit?”

Rylee was taken aback, feeling warm in her heart.

She nodded, feeling guilty. She whispered, “I’m sorry, Manfred... I’ll work hard.”

Suddenly, she felt a sense of guilt for Manfred.

Caroline stood in a corner tearfully, biting her lower lip to avoid bursting into tears.

“Don’t be sad, Caroline. Since Manfred likes her, you’d better forget him. Anyway, there're many men better than him...”

Before Andrea finished her words, Caroline interrupted her in a fierce tone, “Why should I give up my beloved man? What about Rylee?”

“But... Manfred has already...”

Caroline said in hatred, “I’ll get Manfred’s heart back. Wait and see. I won’t lose to that slut! Never!”

Timothy wasn’t in the mood to talk to the banker again. He even hardly keep his basic manners. He kept gazing at Rylee with the stiffened body.

The banker said awkwardly, “About that project...”

“I need to go over there,” Timothy said to Kenneth.

“What?” Kenneth grabbed his arm. The banker left sensibly. “Boss, Felicia is also here. Aren’t you afraid she’ll make a fuss?”

Timothy kept gazing over there, gritting his teeth. “I can’t bear it any longer.”

He shook off Kenneth’s hand and strode to Rylee like a predator, emanating a murderous aura.

“Wait! Wait for me.” Kenneth instantly followed him.

Brook was chatting with a business owner, so he couldn’t care about anything else and ignored Deborah.

“You little bitch! How dare you be against me. You just insist on pestering Manfred. Humph!” Deborah cursed.

Seeing a waiter walking towards Rylee, she violently pushed him from the back. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Ouch...” the waiter let out a screen and fell forward.

The bottle of wine and four glasses flew toward Rylee’s front.

The waiter subconsciously waved his arms. If he fell to the floor, his hands would grab Rylee’s bosom.

The accident happened all of a sudden.

Manfred frowned. He quickly turned and let Rylee dodge. At the same time, he reached out a hand and surprisingly caught a bottle of wine.

Another figure rushed over. Before others saw what had happened, Timothy raised a leg to stop the waiter from falling. His hands quickly waved in midair to catch four glasses. No wine had been wasted.

Wow!

All the onlookers inhaled in disbelief.

Sure enough, Timothy was the gang leader.

He was such a Kung Fu master.

Kenneth walked over, grabbed the waiter’s collar at the back, and lifted him. Patting him on the back, he said to the shocked waiter, “Brad, be careful next time.”

The waiter had already lost his tongue. He nodded hard in fear.

Timothy put down the glasses and squinted at Manfred. He smiled creepily, “Manfred, when did you practice Kung Fu? You are quite skillful.”

Manfred was taken aback. With a gentle smile, he said, “I can’t play Kung Fu. Timothy, stop kidding me.”

“Really? Did I have an illusion just now?”

Timothy snorted.

Rylee raised her head and looked at Manfred in confusion.

She wondered what Timothy had said. Did Manfred know martial arts too?

How could it be possible?

Manfred was a graceful gentleman. How could he be a Kung Fu master?