Joseph laughed and said, “That guy seemed nice. He even sent your bike back. Not bad.”
“You’re wrong!” Rylee knocked on Joseph’s head, “It’s a threat! A threat for me. He is reminding me that he has found out about my location. No, what should I do? I crashed his Bugatti, and he’s a skilled martial art practitioner. What should I do?”
Why can’t Rylee stay hidden in the crowd like sand in the sea?
Little did Rylee know, Timothy could find anyone as long as he wanted it no matter how hidden that person might be.
“There’s nothing you can do. You’re just a student and your father… You won’t have money to compensate for his loss. Maybe tell him the truth and he’ll let you go.”
“Don’t be childish. Do you think he is the forgiving kind of person? Plus, it was a Bugatti, not just any car.”
“Then… are you still going to ride this bike?”
Rylee paused a while and replied, “Of course. It’s my bike! Furthermore, he has already known my whereabouts. He would still know that I’m a student here even if I don’t ride my bike. So, I’m going to ride it.”
Joseph suddenly thought of a possibility, “Could that guy be thinking about asking money from your father now that he had investigated your background? Your father is well-loaded.”
Rylee laughed, “Go ahead then. He’ll know what cruelty means. My mother loved my father so much, but she didn’t even deserve a decent grave. Do you think a man like that is going to pay someone else a lucrative amount of money for me? He’s not.”
Joseph lowered his head and had nothing to say.
He knew Brook.
If Brook was kind to Rylee and her mother even just a little, Rylee’s mother wouldn’t pass away so young.
…
Rylee went back to the Carroll manor with her bike.
Something felt wrong with the manor. Brook was usually a stingy person. He would always look for the best deal. The Carroll manor always looked plain and simple. However, Rylee saw the manor and trees were decorated with lanterns, while the bushes were decorated with flowers.
…
Something wasn’t right!
Rylee focused on the changes too much instead of the road she was taking. Suddenly, her bike hit a person.
Rylee screamed.
Rylee quickly got up from the lawn, and she saw a man sitting on it with a hand on his thigh.
“Did I hit you? Are you injured? Where’s the wound? Do you need to go to the hospital? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t notice you were there.”
Rylee quickly rushed over in the man’s direction.
Luckily Rylee wasn’t speeding, or this guy might become handicapped.
However, the man was smiling. He looked as gentle as the breeze under the moonlight. He looked at Rylee, who was panicking, and said in a humorous tone, “What I am going to do? If I became handicap and couldn’t get a wife because of that, you have to be my wife.”
Rylee looked bitter, “I’m so sorry. Let me get you to the hospital.”
“You’re good in aiming. Do you want to join the national team of shooting?” the man teased Rylee.
All Rylee could do was kept apologizing, “I’m so sorry. I should focus on the road.”
“Come,” the man reached out his hand. Rylee didn’t understand. She stared at the man’s hand in confusion.
The man’s hand looked beautiful. It was long and fair. Rylee was guessing that the man played the piano.
The man smiled again, “Shouldn’t you help me up?”
“Oh, yes…” Rylee then only realized what the man meant when he reached out his hand.
The man stood up, and Rylee noticed that he was really tall. Maybe around 6’2? Why were men nowadays so tall? Were they mutants? Mr. Wheeler was tall, and this man in front of Rylee was super tall as well.
“Are you hurt?”
The man smiled warmly, “It’s alright. I’m not that fragile. What’s your name?”
“Rylee,” Rylee answered without overthinking. Then, she realized, “Why do you need my name? Who are you? Why are you here?”
“Get mad so easily, eh? I’m Manfred. It was nice meeting you.”
Manfred reached out his hand again. Rylee frowned and pouted, “It’s nice to meet you. Let’s not do the handshaking thing.”
Manfred’s eyes sparkled. It was like he found some interesting animal. He bowed and looked straight into Rylee’s eyes, “Oh? So, you are the conservative type. Gentlemen should keep a social distance with a lady?”
Rylee felt embarrassed. She immediately reached out her hand and shook Manfred’s hand, “I’m not the conservative type.”
“Kiddo, you’re interesting,” Manfred then stroked Rylee’s hair. Rylee pouted and got angry.
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