Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 581

“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...

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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?”