Chapter 565 A Reserved Plan

“Well, Timothy. You know, I’m just a student and my father is a penny pincher. The sum of this repair bill
is too huge for me and I can’t pay you back right away.”

Rylee poked her index fingers and pouted.

Timothy said boldly, “It’s only right to pay back what you owe. From my point of view, although you’re
pathetic, I’m also right to ask you for the maintenance fee, right?”

“Well, yes.” Rylee sniffled, “But I can’t get that money either… What can I do?”

“Then I’d better deal with your father directly.”

“Huh? No! Please, don’t tell my father!”

She was already considered one of the most thoughtless daughters in her dad’s mind. How could she
cause him any more trouble? It would only draw the laughter of the three Carroll pigs.

“Then… since that won’t work either, there’s only one option to implement.” Rylee noticed that Timothy
had a sly smile when saying this.

…

“What option?”

It turned out that Mr. Wheeler had a reserved plan.

What a cunning guy!

Timothy glanced at Rylee smilingly, causing her couldn’t help but panic.

‘Why is the gang leader had to be so handsome?’



“Work study program. Have you heard of it?”

“Work study program? Only fools never heard of it.” Rylee let out a sigh of relief, “Do you mean I should
work to earn money to pay back your Bugatti repair bill?”

Timothy raised his brows and continued to enjoy his tea as he slowly mused, “If you work part-time to
earn money and can earn four thousand dollars a month… you can earn fifty thousand dollars a
year…”

“Hold on!” Rylee interrupted Timothy’s words. She unceremoniously took the tea that the gangster had
poured for her and boldly finished it up in one gulp.

“Mr. Wheeler.” Rylee grouched discontentedly, “Do you understand the current labour market? It’s easy
for you to say! You go and ask around to see which boss is stupid enough to pay a wage earner four
thousand dollars a month? If it was four thousand dollars a month, I bet no one would want to be a
hooker on the street, and they’d all be working in such jobs.”

“Pfft!” Timothy was amused.

Rylee rolled her eyes and looked at Timothy a few times.

‘What the hell! This cold killer suddenly smiling, was… surprisingly so charming!’

Luckily, she had just swallowed the mouthful of tea in one gulp. Otherwise, she would have had to spurt
out when seeing this.

“Don’t you laugh! I’m telling you the truth! I worked for two months in the summer and only earned
enough money for a mobile phone. I’ve used all plans to just earn that small amount of money. Four
thousand dollars, that’s a fool’s errand!”



As Rylee was talking, her stomach suddenly rumbled. Timothy raised his eyes to look at Rylee, but
Rylee was not shy at all, rubbing her flat tummy and grumbling, “Talking so much, my tummy is empty
already. Mr. Wheeler, can you order some snacks or something first? I’m really hungry.”

Timothy nodded, and before he could say anything, Armand was already smiling, pushing the door in
and bringing in four plates of light snacks.

“Wow! It looks just fine. Where did you buy it from? It smells so good. if it’s good, I’ll go that shop next
time too.”

Timothy said faintly, “It’s not sold outside. It’s the chef’s craft here.”

Rylee had already had her hands on them, grabbing two pieces and shoving them into her mouth. As
she ate, she nodded happily and gave a thumbs up towards Armand, praising, “Mister, you are so kind.
You just came in time.”

Armand’s face flushed, and he quickly glanced at Timothy. He found that Timothy wasn’t delighted and
hurriedly left in fear.

‘The boss was so jealous.’

When only Timothy and Rylee were in the room again, Timothy looked at Rylee feasting on her food,
suddenly saying, “What’s the point of thanking him? I had the chef prepare this specially.”

“Oh, oh, really?” Rylee was so happy to eat that she picked up another piece and handed it to Timothy,
“Well? Mr. Wheeler, have one too. It’s delicious!”

Timothy was stunned.

…



Rylee shook her hand, “Have one, Mr. Wheeler! It’s very delicious! I promise not to lie to you! It’s still a
while before lunch, so let’s have some first.”

Timothy looked at Rylee, with her cheeks puffed out. He had a thought, then leaned forward and
opened his mouth.

“Ah!” Rylee was frozen in place.

He had actually…

‘Mr. Wheeler is so unhygienic! He actually opened his mouth and ate the snack from her hand!’

Not sure if he was intentional, Rylee’s finger was even licked by the tip of Timothy’s tongue.

Boom!

Rylee was moved inside by the moist sensation.

Timothy had a hidden wicked smile as he fussily tasted the snack and nodded slightly, “Hmm, it does
taste good. Hey, why aren’t you eating? What are you still doing with your hand outstretched?”

“Huh? I…” Rylee then awkwardly withdrew her stiff arm, with her red flushing red.

‘Mr. Wheeler, you can’t do this.’

‘Your action like this will cause others to think wildly!’

Rylee lowered her head sheepishly, and her mind was wandering. Suddenly, Timothy lifted her chin up
with one hand.

Erm…



Rylee was at a loss for words as she looked across at Timothy.

His action made her suddenly think of the scenes in the movie where a lustful person lifted a woman’s
chin in this way, smiling lewdly.

‘Would Mr. Wheeler be like this too?’

Rylee’s eyes widened, and she even thought of whether she should take the opportunity to touch Mr.
Wheeler’s face. His skin looked so well.

“How do you eat like that? Having food on your nose and face.” Timothy took a tissue with another
hand to wipe Rylee’s face and continued to pour tea.

‘This is the end of it?’

Rylee frowned, and she was a little disappointed.

Too bad that Mr. Wheeler was so stunningly beautiful that a virtuous girl like her turned horny too.

Well, she admitted that she had always been horny.

“Where were we just now?” Timothy raised his lips and flicked a finger at Rylee’s forehead.

Only then did Rylee come back from her disorientation, rubbing her forehead with one hand and staring
at the beautiful man across from her with wide, misty eyes.

“Just now? What did you just say?” Her brain simply went blank.

‘Haha, what a cute look!’

Timothy pursed his lips and smiled again, causing Rylee to have a head rush.



“Work study program, four thousand dollars.” Timothy reminded the girl.

‘This little thing just looks like a little tiger always daring to fight bravely.’

‘As she gets adorable, she looks so innocent yet silly, just like a seven years old kid.’

“Right!” As soon as Rylee heard four thousand dollars, she immediately cleared her mind, slapped her
thigh and said boldly, “Four thousand dollars! We were talking about four thousand dollars! Mr.
Wheeler, just tell me, where can I get four thousand dollars for work now?”

“Isn’t there any?”

“Of course there isn’t! If there is, you can introduce me to it! Damn, how can I let go of such good
opportunity?”

She even said out foul language after being overexcited.

Timothy found it amusing and didn’t say anything about her but still teasing her, “Are you really going to
do it?”

“Yes! Why not go for something rich?” Rylee had just picked up another piece of snack when she
suddenly realized what was going on. She was so shocked that the snack fell back onto her plate, and
her jaw dropped to look at Timothy, “Mr. Wheeler, this thing you’re talking about isn’t going to be that
thing, right?”

…

Rylee’s voice trembled.

“What thing? I can’t understand what you’re referring to.”



“Kind like those… prostitute!” Rylee ruthlessly gritted her teeth and said out that word, rolling her eyes,
“If it’s that kind of job, no need to introduce me to it. I rather starve to death and never go for it.”

Timothy smiled, “Are you talking about the ladies at Ivy Nightclub?”

Rylee pouted, “Humph! What kind of person do you take me for? Although my father is stingy, I can still
get it out if I use a knife to force him. No big deal that I’ll just ask him for the money.”

Timothy chuckled, “You think you can go to the place like Ivy Nightclub?”

Hmm?

Rylee widened her eyes to look at Timothy.

Timothy leisurely sized up Rylee and said critically, “With you like this?”

Rylee was horrified by Timothy’s tone, “What’s wrong with me?”

“Your look and body… phew…”

Rylee was instantly very unsure of herself, looking down at her body, “Am I that bad?”

“Many second tier actors in the Ivy Nightclub can’t even rank. You, being like this, can’t even get into it.
Perhaps after a few dozen times of plastic surgeries, there might be a little hope for you. So don’t even
think about doing that kind of work. And even if you wanted to, I wouldn’t lose my money to get you
there.”

Err…

Rylee was dumbfounded.

The threshold for being a prostitute was surprisingly so high?



“Then what’s the four thousand dollars job you’re talking about?”

Timothy just liked to dig a hole and make others willing to fall into it. So he was also known for his
coldness and treachery.

Timothy furrowed his brows with a reluctant expression, “I think it’s more convenient for me to ask your
father for the money. I don’t think a rich young lady like you can take a hard job.”

Rylee was anxious now as if the four thousand dollars was just in front of her, and then suddenly it was
robbed!

Rylee was so anxious that she grabbed Timothy’s hand, “Please don’t! Mr. Wheeler, please don’t go to
my father! He’s a very stingy man! Just tell me and I’ll do it. I’m not a rich young lady. I’m very tough
and can take a lot of hardship!”

Her plump, soft hand gently rested on his hand as Timothy watched in silence.

He had a sudden sensation.

‘What a soft touch.’

Rylee wriggled and continued to plead, “Mr. Wheeler, please tell me quickly.”

Timothy raised his bright and deep eyes, “You really want to do it?”

“Then what's the four thousand dollars job you're talking about?”

Timothy just liked to dig a hole and make others willing to fall into it. So he was also known for his
coldness and treachery.

Timothy furrowed his brows with a reluctant expression, “I think it’s more convenient for me to ask your
father for the money. | don't think a rich young lady like you can take a hard job.”

Rylee was anxious now as if the four thousand dollars was just in front of her, and then suddenly it was
robbed!

Rylee was so anxious that she grabbed Timothy’s hand, “Please don’t! Mr. Wheeler, please don't go to
my father! He’s a very stingy man! Just tell me and I'll do it. I’m not a rich young lady. I’m very tough
and can take a lot of hardship!”

Her plump, soft hand gently rested on his hand as Timothy watched in silence.
He had a sudden sensation.

‘What a soft touch.’

Rylee wriggled and continued to plead, “Mr. Wheeler, please tell me quickly.”

Timothy raised his bright and deep eyes, “You really want to do it?”



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