Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 617: Felicia is Here

A pair of silver high heels got out of the car first, followed by a princess dress. Felicia Schultz was holding a thermos barrel, with a smile on her face, “Timothy will be very pleased to see me with my home-made food. Well, with another bowl of herbal soup, it might get his body back to being vigorous again.

Felicia was as bright as the sunshine. When she walked into the hall, it attracted a lot of attention.

Her looks, her dress, and her poise, were all implying that she was a girl with very good family conditions. And for sure, people can tell it.

Felicia was escorted by the people from EP Noir Society, so they enter the building of the Royal Group smoothly.

Armand was taking a nap when the intercom rang. He took it in a daze, “What's the matter?”

He couldn't even take a good nap.

“Armand, Armand! Miss Felicia Schultz is here! They have entered the elevator!”

What!

Armand's sleepiness disappeared.

He jumped up to his feet, widening his eyes, “You, what did you say? Who, who was here?”

“Ms. Schultz! Miss Felicia Schultz! We dare not stop her!”

Armand couldn't sit there anymore. He screamed and ran wildly, “Holly mother above. If they run into each other, it will be a nightmare!”

Felicia had been possessive of Timothy since she was a child. If she saw Rylee was here, the anger of jealousy would burn down the building.

The elevator which Felicia took was slowly rising, and she had a happy smile on her face.

Bam!

Armand crashed into Timothy's office regardless of what they were doing. Timothy who was still checking the file frowned suddenly.

“Armand, why are you so flustered?”

Armand panted, pointing his finger outside, “Boss, there, there’s an emergency! Miss Schultz is here! She was at the company!”

“What?”

Timothy's eyebrow twitched suddenly.

Felicia was here?

Felicia was still an immature girl. She was so impulsive as long as the business involved him. If Felicia saw Rylee in his office...

Needless to say, with Felicia's temperament, she would definitely do something terrible.

Whether he loved Felicia or not, Felicia would treat all the women around him as rivals.

Would Felicia's rivals have a good end?

With her bossy and impulsive characteristics, and her ego-centricity... Rylee would suffer a lot because of her.

Thinking of this, Timothy leapt up.

Armand licked his lips anxiously. “Boss, we need to let Rylee go.”

Timothy walked towards the door, “It's too late.”

Besides, he couldn't kick Rylee out like dumping some garbage.

He couldn't do it.

“So, what should I do? Miss Schultz is here!”

Armand was so anxious that the tip of his nose was sweating.

Timothy held the doorknob in his hand and looked at Armand, “You go tell Rylee, I will consider what she said, and I will reply to her tomorrow. Your mission is to send her back to school safely.”

“Alright, got it!” The boss was still thinking about Rylee all the time. He still wanted to give such a detailed explanation.

Let's deal with the wayward Miss Schultz first.

Timothy opened the door and walked out.

Ding.

The elevator door opened. Felicia walked out carrying the thermos, and Timothy strode towards her. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh? Timothy? Where are you going?”

Felicia suddenly saw Timothy and waved her hand in surprise, holding up the thermos in her other hand, “Timothy, I brought you soup. I cooked it for you. Are you happy?”

Timothy walked to Felicia and put his arm around Felicia's waist. This affectionate move made Felicia shiver. Immediately a warmth flew around her whole body.

“Did you bring the soup specially for me? Good girl.”

Felicia blushed. “Timothy, you have worked so hard. I should cook for you. From now on, as long as you like it, I can bring you soup every day. Let's go to your office and have the soup.”

Timothy's arms pushed hard and stopped Felicia, “We are not going to the office.”

“Huh? Why?”

Timothy led Felicia to the elevator and said, “There is a party of my friends at night. Would you like to accompany me to it?”

“Ah, yes! Of course, yes!”

Being Timothy's female companion in this kind of occasion was equivalent to being introduced to everyone that she was the one with Timothy.

Felicia smiled happily.

“Well, I'm going to pick up some clothes, and I'll choose a beautiful evening dress for you. Let's go.”

“But this soup...”

“I will drink in the car.”

“OK, all right!”

Felicia was being held by Timothy all the way to the underground parking lot.

Timothy personally opened the car door for Felicia. Felicia pouted and said, “Timothy, I haven't been to your office since I came here. I always feel that we are leaving in a hurry.”

Timothy's face was calm, “Then, let’s take the elevator again and I'll show you my office, shall we?”

He took the initiative to say this, but Felicia shook her head and smiled, “I can't be so headstrong. I can check it out next time. Let's go and choose clothes.”

Timothy breathed a sigh of relief, stared in the direction of the elevator for a second, and got into the car.

He left so suddenly, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye with the little one...

A trace of guilt rose up in Timothy's heart.

He has done too many bad things, witnessed too many bloody scenes, and experienced too many cruel incidents. But he never reflected on himself and never had any guilty in his mind.

But now... he would actually feel guilty for not saying goodbye to a girl.

What the hell!

Timothy looked out the car window, rubbing his temples helplessly.

“The soup is still warm, Timothy. Would you please hurry up and drink it?”

Felicia tried to ask Timothy to drink the soup, looking expectantly at Timothy with two big eyes.

“Oh? I'm not too hungry, I don't want to drink it anymore.”

“Oh, how can you not drink it? It took me a lot of effort to cook the soup. I have been busy with fot the whole morning. You have to drink it!”

Timothy couldn't reject Felicia. Although he was full, he still had to drink it reluctantly.

“Huh? Timothy, why is there a bicycle parking in front of your office?”

Pfff… Timothy spat some soup.

Timothy coughed fiercely.

Felicia's eyes were really sharp. She could even saw Rylee's bike.

“Ah, Timothy, are you okay? Did you inhale the soup in your trachea? If you really couldn’t drink it, just let it go.”

Felicia patted Timothy's back.

Timothy waved his hand. “I'm fine.”

With his cough, Felicia forgot about the bike.

When Armand’s subordinates over there sent the news confirming that Mr. Wheeler's car was already far away, Armand wiped his sweat and let out a sigh of relief, “That’s close! How could it be more terrifying than bombarding a base? I'm scared to death!”

He pulled a towel and wiped his sweat. But the corner of his subordinates’ mouth was twitching as he wiping his sweat.

Armand frowned, feeling something was wrong. “Whose towel is this?”

The guy said tremblingly, “The female secretary uses this to wipe her shoes...”

“Uh!” Armand threw the towel away, blinked his eyes vigorously. Then he went up to grab the dude's neck, shaking him back and forth, “Why didn't you say it earlier! Screw you! I think you are deliberately embarrassing me!”

The poor guy was waving his hands wildly, almost out of breath. Suddenly a beautiful woman came over and asked, “Excuse me, did you see a towel with a little strawberry printed on it?”

Eh…

Armand stopped his crazy movements and looked at the ground not far away.

The woman followed Armand’s gaze and immediately frowned. As she walked over to pick up the towel, she glared at Armand in displeasure, “How can you throw away other's towel on the ground like this? I used this towel to clean my face! Where's your manners!”

The secretary flicked the towel several times and stomped in a huff to the bathroom to wash the towel.

Armand's eyes widened.

Looking down at the guy who was about to be strangled to death, who hurriedly gasped and said, “I haven't completed my sentence yet and you just rushed over. I was just kidding. The tower belongs to the secretary and she used it to wipe her face.”

Armand knocked hardly on his face, “Who the fuck do she think she is? How dare she scold me like this? Didn’t she know that I am the fiercest man here? How dare her to yell at me!”

“Mr. Armand, this secretary has a strong character. I think her name was Betty White.”

Armand made a vomiting face, “What Betty White. I'd say she's the Ugly Betty!”

The guy was caught in his own thought already, holding his head and sighing, “Alas, many people like this pretty secretary. Look at the way she walks in high heels.”

“Get the fuck out of here! You stupid guy!”

Finally, Armand fixed his hair and walked to Timothy's office at a relaxed pace.

The boss was not at home, and sure enough, he was now the king of the company. Cool!

As soon as he entered the door, he heard a woosh! A sharp arrow barely scrapped his cheek and swooshed over.

Thump! With a sound, the arrow was nailed deeply into the door panel.

Armand almost stumbled in fright.

Holly shit! His handsome face was so damn close to get ruined through by that arrow!

“Who! Which son of a bitch did this!”

“Who's yelling! Come over to your papa!” Rylee was sitting on Timothy's desk, dangling her legs, holding a crossbow in her hand, and rolling her eyes at Armand.

Armand stared at her and raised his fist. “What did you just say!”

Rylee immediately put on a harmless smiley face, coaxing Armand, “Armand, I was just joking with you. Please don’t be angry with me.”

Armand shook his shoulders.

Hmph, this girl, her expression was changing even faster than a man saw his girlfriend's pregnancy test. She could manage whatever expression she wants. No wonder she fooled the boss.

Not like Felicia who was always put on the same expression, this Rylee was damn good at this. No one could figure out what character she really is.

“Who let you play this crossbow?”