Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 566

Rylee earnestly nodded, “Yes yes yes!”

“Are you sure you can tolerate it?” Timothy asked.

“Totally!”

“You must not give up midway. We’ll sign a contract.”

“Okay, I’ll definitely sign!” Rylee kept shaking Timothy’s hand.

Timothy sighed, “Actually I didn’t intend for you to do this project because you don’t have any experience…”

“Mr. Wheeler, I beg you! I am willing to endure hardships. I have the stamina and I can persevere till its completion! I guarantee it!” Rylee raised her hand to make a vow.

Timothy felt rather dejected when Rylee's hand let go of his. He kinda… missed the feeling of her soft hand.

“Okay, since you’re so sincere…”

“Of course! I’m very sincere! Extremely! Mr. Wheeler, what does that job entail?” Rylee was so excited and leaned towards Timothy.

Timothy looked down to pour the tea in order to hide his gaze, “Maid.”

“Maid?” That's unexpected.

“Is it like those household maids, washing clothes, doing chores, cooking and stuff?”

Timothy nodded, “But you don’t have to go every day. You’d only need to go on the weekends.”

“Wow, only eight days a month? I’ll get three thousand dollars for eight days’ work?” Rylee was elated. She immediately rejoiced, “Ho ho ho, this is great. I'd say, this employer is a fool, to pay so much money for so little work. Eight working days! What an idiot! Ha ha ha.” Rylee became hysterical with laughter.

After she settled down from her exhilaration, she realized that Timothy did not smile at all. She quickly composed herself, tidied her hair, and said, “I’m sorry Mr. Wheeler. I’m just too happy to have landed this job.”

Timothy pursed his lips and thought, ‘Happy? You were practically jumping with joy!’

Rylee wrung her hands gleefully, “Mr. Wheeler, when can I begin?”

“You’ll start this weekend,” Timothy said.

“Okay, okay. Oh yes, shouldn’t I meet the employer first?” She asked, while laughing in her head.

That big idiot…

“Haven’t you already met him?” Timothy replied.

“Really? Where?” Rylee looked around, and then finally came to realization. She pointed towards Timothy, fingers slightly trembling, and stammered, “Are… are you telling me… that it’s you? Really?”

Oh no… she would be fried if the employer was Mr. Wheeler. She just ridiculed her employer for being a fool. Rylee was dying to take a time machine back to a few minutes ago, where she would spare no efforts to praise the employer.

Timothy’s fingers were tapping the table. He hissed, “Based on what you said, I was wondering if I should increase the working days and reduce the salary…”

Rylee yelled with her eyes wide open, “Please don’t!” Perhaps she was emboldened by the need for money that she quickly lunged forward and hugged his arm as she said regretfully, “Please don’t, Mr. Wheeler, please don’t do that. I made a mistake. What I said was all nonsense. Please!” Rylee begged. She wasn't aware that Joseph Hans once said something similar to cheer her up.

Timothy chuckled secretly. It felt good when this little girl hugged him like that.

Clunk, the door opened and startled Rylee.

Armand was also startled and wondered if he had made a mistake by going into the room. He mumbled, eyes wide open, "Boss, the food is ready. Shall we serve the dishes?”

Jesus Christ! He was praying in his heart that he hadn't interrupted his boss, or he would be a dead meat. It was his turn to take the time machine…

Rylee was stunned for a couple of seconds before coming to her senses and let go of Timothy. She blushed.

…

Damn, to think that she was so desperate for a salary of three thousand dollars that she resorted to this.

Timothy stayed calmly and said, “Serve the dishes.”

“Then shall we throw away these desserts?” That was the way his boss ate. He would take a few of each dish and then throw away the rest.

“Oh no! Don’t!” Rylee stopped him. “Why throw them away? What a waste! You tried one just now. It’s delicious, right, Mr. Wheeler? Don’t throw the rest away.”