Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 553: Handsome and Dangerous Mr. Wheeler

Timothy didn’t only look horrifying. His martial arts skills were superb. Timothy was a killing machine.

What did Rylee pray for earlier? Can she take it back? Ryle regretted it. She unknowingly offended a killing machine!

Timothy walked towards Rylee rapidly. Rylee suddenly realized she might have to run.

Timothy reached out his hand and helped Rylee got up. He frowned and asked, “Are you alright?”

“I…I…” Rylee stuttered and shook her head.

Joseph praised Timothy loudly, “Bro, you’re lit! Please, be my guru. Please.”

Timothy didn’t even look at Joseph as if he wasn’t there.

He checked on Rylee to see if she got hurt, then said concisely, “Get out of here. Don’t tell anyone what happened in this place.”

“Sure…Sure…” Rylee was still in shock.

Suddenly, a heatwave attacked the room. Rylee got hugged in Timothy’s arms before she realized it. Then, they ran behind the counter.

Joseph was dragged to the counter by Timothy’s legs.

The report of the firearms was loud and sharp.

Rylee screamed while hiding in Timothy’s arms.

It was real bullets! It wasn’t anything like watching TV shows.

It was so loud, and it sounded even sharper than fireworks!

These people dared to use firearms in the city centre? Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Won’t the government do something? Why aren’t these people in prison yet?

Rylee held on tight onto Timothy’s chest. She could even hear his powerful heartbeat.

Damn, was Timothy even a human? How can his heartbeat be so regular under such a situation?

“Oh dear, it’s too exciting! I’m amused,” Joseph got closed to Rylee and screamed.

Timothy said beside Rylee’s ear, “Stay put.”

Then, Timothy screened Rylee with one hand and searched for something with another hand. Rylee took a peek, and she was shocked.

What? Mr. Wheeler had a gun too?

It was a fine and petite gun.

What was wrong with these people? Carrying guns around for breakfast?

…

Timothy didn’t even look. He followed the report of the guns and fired his gun. He got headshots every time he shot.

All the hitmen announced dead right away.

The war ended pretty soon.

“Boss,” Armand ran over.

“I’m fine,” Timothy hid the gun away as he spoke. Then, he looked down to check on Rylee.

“Boss, they’re all dead. None of them survives. It looked like they’re from Dragon Gang…” Armand wanted to continue, but Timothy raised his hand and stopped Armand. Armand immediately followed his instruction.

“Clean the scene,” Timothy was as concise as always.

“Yes, boss!”

Rylee was shaking uncontrollably until Timothy squatted down beside her.

“How’re your ears?”

“Ears?” What was with her ears? Rylee widened her eyes and stared at Timothy in confusion.

Mr. Wheeler looked even more charming looking from this distance.

His skin was so smooth and refined. There wasn’t even a bump on his skin.

His lip lines were perfect. It should taste yummy in kissing.

Timothy pinched Rylee’s ears lightly. Rylee was startled by his action, “I mean do you hear ringing in your ears?”

“Oh, no. No, I don’t,” Rylee noticed that she’d become a little dumb when she was in front of Mr. Wheeler.

“Wow, what a great fight! Bro, are you in the mafia?”

Joseph was so excited as if the murder scene was an amusement park for him.

Timothy ignored Joseph’s silly question. Mafia? Joseph thought Timothy was a mafia?

Was Joseph blind?

“Or, you’re the head of mafia? Am I right?” Joseph kept asking Timothy.

The head of the mafia? Timothy was way above that.

Timothy stood up and took off his coat. He shook it a little and threw it to Armand. The coat was stained. Timothy didn’t want to wear it anymore.

Timothy was wearing a pair of a tight beige joggers and a tight black shirt. The lines of his muscles showed now that he had taken off his coat.

Timothy’s abs were lean and well-defined. His shape was shockingly attractive, even under the tight shirt.

However, Rylee’s attention was on Timothy’s butt. His butt looked so sexy.

Damn.

Was Mr. Wheeler a gigolo? He looked so yummy.

“Don’t ever tell anyone what happened today,” Timothy said calmly. He uncontrollably looked at Rylee.

“Don’t worry, bro! I’ll keep it a secret. I’ve seen nothing today. Hey bro, can you…teach me some martial arts you practised?” Joseph smiled ingratiatingly.

Joseph was so simple that he didn’t even think of the possibility that Timothy might kill him to shut his mouth.

Rylee pulled Joseph’s shirt harshly, “Let’s go. Stop talking already.”

“Hey, I can only protect you after I learn martial arts from the best teacher.”

Rylee was shocked as she glanced at the bloodstain on the floor. She pinched Joseph’s ear and headed quickly toward the exit. Rylee looked at Timothy and said quickly, “Mr. Wheeler, we should be going. We should never meet again.”

Timothy turned and stared at Rylee. Their eyes met.

…

Timothy frowned. Why did Rylee keep calling him Mr. Wheeler? Did he look old?

Never to meet again? When did Rylee get to decide on that?

Did Rylee want to avoid him as much as possible?

So many women wanted to get close to Timothy, but he never gave them the chance. Look at Rylee. She wanted to avoid Timothy as far as possible as if he was a plague.

Rylee pulled Joseph out of the restaurant and got him into the car. Then, Rylee drove into the campus while Joseph complaining in the car along the way.

Armand walked close to Timothy, who felt a little lost, “Boss, you’re injured.”

“I am?” Timothy totally didn’t notice that he was injured.

Armand pointed at Timothy’s right elbow, “I think it’s a scratch.”

Timothy looked at his elbow. He supposed that the cut was from when he got over to the counter with Rylee.

“I’m fine. It’s just a cut.”

Armand frowned, “Boss, Dragon Gang made it official that they’re going to be our rival. Somebody must be helping them at the back. They wouldn’t dare to if no one is helping them.”

Timothy nodded, “Go and check if Dragon Gang has any big amount transactions into their account.”

“Yes, boss.”

Joseph was biting his chopsticks, and he was deep in thoughts during lunch hour, “Rylee, I can’t stop thinking about it. That guy we met this morning seems familiar.”

Rylee ignored Joseph and continued shoving rice into her mouth.

Joseph knocked on Rylee’s plate with his chopsticks, “Hello, did you hear me?”

“Can’t you keep quiet and finish your food? Didn’t you know too many bullshits hurt your lung?”

Rylee rolled her eyes, took a drumstick from Joseph’s plate and started eating it.

“That guy this morning… I think I’ve seen him somewhere before. Why did he look so familiar? You see, I would definitely remember a guy so handsome, but where have I met him?”

“The gigolo store!” Rylee blurted out.

Joseph laughed out loud, “Gigolo store? What are you thinking? But he might be the star there though, from the way he looks. Do you think I should change my preference and try out these beautiful men in the gigolo store?”

Rylee pouted, “Won’t you worry that guy would beat you up?”

Joseph swallowed and rolled his eyes. Rylee’s right. That guy was beautiful, but he was a killing machine.

Never mess with that kind of person.

“Rylee, do you know that guy?”

“I don’t.”

“Then, why did you call him ‘Mr. Wheeler’?”

“You’ve heard it wrong.”

“No, I didn’t. Spill it or give me back my drumstick!”

Rylee pouted, “Alright, alright. Yesterday I bike hit his Bugatti. I ran away and left my bike.”

Joseph widened his eyes and screamed, “What? He drove a Bugatti? Did his money come from a gold mine? Wait a minute. Rylee, I think you’ve offended a person you shouldn’t be offending. You hit a Bugatti, not a Jetta. That guy isn’t just anyone. He is a killing machine. Oh, dear. What are you going to do?”

…

Rylee lost appetite as well. She dropped her chopsticks and said dully, “What can I do? Maybe I should let him crash my Bugatti if I ever have the chance to buy one.”

Joseph was stunned for a while, then he laughed out loud.

Rylee laughed together.

After their class ended, Rylee and Joseph walked towards Joseph’s car. They found a bike stopped beside it. The bike looked familiar.

“Hey, Rylee. Isn’t this your bike?”

Joseph took a look at the handle of the bike. The stickers were still there.

“It can’t be. Why would it come back into campus? It should be with the dangerous Mr. Wheeler.”

Rylee walked over and checked on the bike, feeling confused.

It was her bike.

“It’s my bike…” Rylee’s voice started shaking.