“Then why couldn’t you bear it when I smashed you?”
Kenneth shook his head hard. “No, Boss. If compared with you, everyone would be too weak.”
A woman approached him and nestled in his arms. Kenneth rubbed her bosom casually like kneading a
dough.
The woman’s body was wriggling like a snake, rubbing against him while letting out ambiguous moans.
Timothy wasn’t impacted at all. He kept drinking. Suddenly, he asked, “Let me ask you. Between
Manfred Shawn and me, who is better?”
What…
Kenneth choked and spurted out the drink in his mouth directly.
“Boss, are you kidding me? Is this kind of question worth asking?”
“Answer me!”
“Of course you are better, Boss. No matter the appearance, figure, capability, and property, Manfred
Shawn is no match to you. Boss, since when did you bring yourself down so much?”
Timothy had always been proud and superior, hadn’t he?
Timothy was a bit confused. His eyes were full of what looked like grievance. Heaving a sigh, he said,
“Exactly. But why could someone be so blind?”
“Who? Who is so blind?” Kenneth looked quite nosy.
Timothy reached his long legs and kicked Kenneth’s chair farther away.
Timothy wasn’t in a good mood, so he kept gulping down the liquor one glass after another without
being aware of it.
Amy and other women intended to make him drunk, so they quickly refilled his glasse.
Timothy became quite tipsy.
He patted Kenneth, who was playing the finger-guessing game betting on stripping with other women.
Then he walked upstairs.
Although he had gulped down so much alcohol, he didn't drink away the annoyance at all.
Timothy pushed open his bedroom door and entered. He was taken aback.
In the room, a woman was sitting on the sofa.
“Who let you enter my bedroom without my permission?” Timothy sounded a bit angry.
Amy stood up slowly. With her movements, her short dress suddenly fell on the ground.
Her naked fair body was exposed.
She had a perfect shape.
Her pretty bosom was just the size that men loved the most.
They looked like two peaches, trembling.
Her belly was flat. Timothy could tell that she worked out a lot.
Nothing was on her lower body.
Amy stroked her long wavy hair, walking to Timothy. Whenever she took a step, her bosom shook up
and down, looking quite seductive.
“Mr. Wheeler, look. My dress is broken. What should I do? Why don’t you keep me stay here overnight?
I’ll repay you, Mr. Wheeler.”
Amy stood in front of Timothy, stuck out her red tongue, and stared at him invitingly. Her slender fingers
were put on Timothy’s chest, moving down bit by bit while caressing him.
Timothy squinted gradually.
Amy had an enchanting smile. Her hand slowly moved below Timothy’s belt and downward...
***
All the way, Rylee pouted, kept muttering things like whether she's gonna die and such.
Armand sitting in the front, was almost pestered to insanity by her mutters.
How could she be so annoying?
Finally, the ring tone of Rylee’s phone saved Armand.
“Ms. Carroll? Ms. Carroll? Hey, girl!!!”
Armand called her Ms. Carroll, but she ignored him.
Just kill me, God.
She reacted as he called her “girl”.
“Huh? What?”
Armand gritted his teeth. “Your phone is ringing. Why don’t you answer it?”
He rubbed his head, heaving a sigh.
He had gone through life and death; he had never been afraid of anyone before. However, he was so
scared of this girl as she kept torturing him today.
“What? My phone? Okay. Thank you so much for reminding me, Mr. Armand.”
Rylee reacted slowly and found her cell phone. She stared at the caller ID innocently. Suddenly, her
pupils enlarged, and she took a deep breath.
It was a call from Manfred.
She exclaimed inwardly, wondering if Manfred called to blame her.
Rylee bit her bottom lips so hard that it almost made them bleed. Then she swiped to answer
hesitantly.
“Hello?”
“It’s me, Rylee. This is Manfred.”
She heard Manfred’s gentle voice immediately. However, somehow, when she listened to his soft voice,
Rylee immediately calmed down.
It felt just like that she was by her mother’s side, relatively safe.
“Oh. It’s you. I’m listening.”
Manfred took a deep breath. In fact, his mood wasn’t so calm as his voice. He was standing next to the
window, looking a bit restless. “Are you... are you not coming home tonight?”
“What? Well... It’s not like what you’ve thought. For real...”
“Rylee, I know you are in a dilemma, and it isn't easy for you to live in this family. The servant told me
you’ve been quite upset for your mother’s graveyard. I understand. I’m not against you for your part-
time job while studying. Besides, I don’t have the right to be against you. However... Rylee, Timothy
Wheeler isn’t an ordinary man. You’d better not keep in touch with him.”
Rylee smiled faintly. “I know. I’m on the way back home. No worries. I will try my best not to stay out
overnight. By the way, how’s your back now?”
Upon hearing that she was going home, Manfred breathed a sigh of relief. His tone became cheerful.
“My back? It’s hard to say.”
“Ah? What’s wrong? Is your back getting serious? Would there be any sequela?”
Manfred smiled faintly when leaning against the window. “Haha... If you want me to carry you on my
back now, it’s quite difficult.”
Rylee was taken aback. Then she realized that he was kidding. Frowning, she complained, “Jesus! You
shouldn't be joking with your own health condition? I’m worried about you, don’t you know?”
As soon as she blurted out, Rylee realized what she had said. Covering her mouth, she wished that
she could sew her lips up.
She felt so embarrassed. Why did she say that all of a sudden!
She was so ashamed.
Manfred was stunned. Then his lips curled up in a smile. “Really? Are you worried about me a lot?”
Rylee smiled wryly and tried to cover it with jest. “A-ha... You got injured because of me, so I should at
least be kind to you, shouldn’t I? Hahaha... Please don’t misunderstand.”
***
Rylee disdained herself more.
She wondered why she asked him not to misunderstand at the end. She just had ratted herself out.
Rylee hit her head with her fists.
Manfred laugh gently, “I won’t misunderstand. I’ll take it as that you truly care about me.”
Rylee felt so embarrassed.
She wished she could vanish from this world.
“Well... Uh... I’ll see you later, then. I’ll be home pretty soon. Bye!”
She hung up the phone, feeling so panicked as if she had just escaped from danger.
With a plate of fruit, Caroline pushed the door to Manfred’s room open. When seeing Manfred leaning
against the window while smiling softly, she was stunned at his handsome profile.
“Why are you standing there? How’s your back?”
With a blushed face, Caroline walked in.
Manfred heard her voice and looked over. He smiled while nodding. “I’m fine, Caroline. Please don’t
worry.”
“Have some fruit. I cut them just now. They are all fresh.”
Caroline couldn’t handle his gentle smile. Her cheeks were burning.
“Okay. Thank you, Caroline. It’s so kind of you,” Manfred praised her.
He sat on the sofa, opposite Caroline. Then he started eating the fruit.
Caroline stared at him happily.
Rylee’s mood became better, but still feeling shy as an unsophisticated little girl.
She wondered if Manfred had felt something.
Why did he say that she cared about him?
Rylee blushed more and exclaimed inwardly.
In helpless embarrassment, she couldn't help rubbing her face with her tiny paws.
Armand’s phone started ringing. He answered directly, “Hello? Who is that?... What? Mr. Keith went to
Seaside Villa? What? Did he take several women over? What? Made him drink? Did you say those
bitches deliberately wanted to make Boss drunk? Okay. Okay. I’ll be right there!”
Rylee paused when rubbing her cheeks, all her ears.
What?
What did Armand say?
Mr. Keith took several women to Mr. Wheeler’s villa and deliberately made Mr. Wheeler drunk, didn’t
he?
What did he want?
Rylee couldn’t believe what she had overheard.
She cursed those shameless women.
It was fine that those women were not made drunk, but they had the guts to make Mr. Wheeler drunk.
Rylee was angry.
Armand talked to the driver, “Mr. Keith is a playboy. He likes fooling around with women. Boss has
never had any interests in those women. Mr. Keith knows that. But now, he has taken the women into
Boss’ villa directly. All right. It seems Mr. Keith wants to force Boss to get laid.”
Rylee widened her eyes when listening to them.
The driver was young, so he was pretty nosy. He giggled. “Didn’t a lot of women go there? Hahaha...
Will Boss have group sex with them? After all, he's a sturdy man.”
“No way! Don’t talk nonsense!” Armand knocked on the driver’s head rudely. “What kind of person do
you think Boss is?”
The driver pouted with tearful eyes. Nodding, he said, “No. No. Boss isn’t that kind of man...”
Armand heaved a sigh, however. “Boss is so strong. He could handle group sex, actually...”
Rylee listened to them and suddenly roared, “How could he do that?”
Armand and the driver were startled.
They had forgotten a girl was sitting in the backseat.
***
“Sweet Jesus! I’m so freaked out. If you want to speak, could you utter a sound first? I almost had a
heart attack. Fu…Damn it!”
Armand glared at Rylee while patting himself on the chest.
Rylee didn’t care what Armand was mumbling. She widened her eyes and gripped the back of the front
seat tightly, her head almost protruded to the passenger's seat. She yelled, “How could he do that?
How could he let others make Mr. Wheeler drunk? So ridiculous! How could he just sit and watch Mr.
Wheeler be bullied without doing anything? How could he do that?”
Armand muttered in a daze. “Boss was bullied?”
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