Chapter 593: I’ll Donate One Million Dollars

The deputy mayor blinked, his body shaking fiercely. He was indeed a diplomatic fox. The next second,
he put on a bright smile. While sitting down, he said, “I agree, Mr. Wheeler. The youngsters nowadays
all have a personality. How cute she is! Hahaha...”

Others wiped their cold sweat off.

They had to admit the deputy mayor was quite nimble. At the last second, he was angry with the girl,
wishing to skin her alive. The next second, he praised her enthusiastically. The girl turned from being
impolite to "cute".

Kenneth behaved very well. He whispered to Timothy, “You’ve spoiled her, haven’t you?”

Even the arrogant myna bird was almost pissed off by Rylee.

Timothy glanced at Kenneth and said cunningly, “If you became a woman by surgery, I would spoil you
as well. What do you think?”

Kenneth was startled. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Thank, you!”

The host asked, “Anyone donate for this performance?”

Timothy pressed on an acupoint of Kenneth’s knee. The latter let out a cry in pain.

It really hurt.

“Oh? Mister, how much are you willing to donate?”

The host looked at Kenneth with a smile.

Kenneth showed one finger in hatred.



The host immediately said in a cheerful tone, “Great! This kind gentleman offered a hundred thousand
dollars! Thank you.”

Timothy cast a cold glance at Kenneth with hidden warnings, and the latter shivered. Immediately, he
raised his voice and said, “No! Not a hundred thousand dollars!”

The host was taken aback in embarrassment. “Not a hundred thousand dollars? Ten thousand dollars?”

Kenneth looked a look at Timothy again and explained, “Someone enjoyed the girl’s performance a lot.
It’s worth an award. I’ll donate one million dollars.”

He inwardly felt sorry for himself. If he didn’t offer a higher donation, his leg could be broken.

Wow!

All the audiences were agape, inhaling in surprise.

One million dollars!

A small charity event on campus could get a donation of a million dollars.

It was so shocking.

The host was also agape and forgot his words. Kenneth reminded him, “Excuse me, Mister. Are you
supposed to thank me?”

“Oh! Right! Yes. Yes. Mister, it’s super kind of you. I highly appreciate your donation on behalf of the
orphans!”

Thinking of the one million, the host wished that he was one of the orphans.

He clapped his hands first. There was applause in the hall.



Timothy lowered his head while looking on the cell phone, typing a text message.

Rylee received a text message later.

She tabbed to read and found that it was from Manfred. He said, “Rylee, great show. I listened to your
song, and I was moved. So proud of you!”

Rylee immediately held the phone, looking obsessed.

However, she ignored another unread message, which was from Timothy.

Joseph ran over and yelled. “Rylee! Who is that man donating one million dollars for your
performance? Is he your secret admirer?”

Rylee almost fell. “Who? Kenneth Keith? Don’t be kidding!”

That man was a repulsive playboy. She felt sickened.

“Rylee, you can’t be with Mr. Keith. I can tell he’s impotent from his face.”

Puff--

Rylee spitted water from her mouth. Looking at the students who were watching the fun, she wished to
sew Joseph’s lips together. “I don’t know Mr. Keith at all. I don’t know him!”

The student started rumors, saying that Mr. Keith was Rylee’s sugar daddy.

The following performances didn’t have anything fun. The donations for them were about one to two
hundred thousand dollars at the most.

Rylee’s program got a one-million-dollar donation from Kenneth, which became one of the trending
news online.



“What should we do, Caroline? Does that Mr. Keith like Rylee?”

Right after Andrea asked, Daphne nodded with a frown and echoed, “Yeah. If Mr. Keith fell in love with
Rylee and became her backer, we would be so doomed.”

Caroline was still quite angry. Gritting her teeth, she said, “Mr. Keith is a well-known playboy in the
circle. Although he’s rich, one of the three richest men in the city, he’s a scourge to women. If he truly
has a crush on Rylee, that’s good then. He won’t marry her. She will be dumped sooner or later. By
then, she will be an abandoned mistress.”

Andrea said viciously while clapping, “If Rylee got AIDS, that would be wonderful!”

***

The charity performance was a huge success.

It was out of the expectation of the school management ultimately.

No one had expected that Timothy would come to the show. Nor did they expect that Kenneth would be
so generous to donate one million dollars.

Those were surprises altogether.

Rylee was removing her makeup. Joseph was taking selfies with his phone. He bulged his cheeks and
widened his eyes to play at being cute while nagging. “You are his maid, aren’t you? You even don’t
have the right to speak in front of him. How useless! My master was sitting offstage, looking at me
lovingly. I was so excited that I missed a few steps. Hey, Rylee, aren’t you my best friend? If so, you
must let my master admit I’m his student and teach me Kung Fu.”

Rylee snorted. “Who do you think I am? Do you think Mr. Wheeler cares about me? I’m just a maid who
has smashed his fancy car and owed him a lot of money. I’m not his wife. Mr. Wheeler wouldn’t pay



attention to my words at all.”

Joseph pouted and heaved a sigh sadly. “I agree. You are just an unfortunate thing.” He turned around,
pressed Rylee’s head, and carefully studied her expression. Feeling sorry, he said, “Girl, why don’t you
look prettier? You are short-tempered and sharp-tongued. Why can’t you at lease pretend to be more
girlish?”

Rylee kicked his knee, blowing her hair in a handsome posture. “Get away from me. I’m out of patience
and kindness.”

Joseph huddled up aside and complained, “You are only violent to me. Why were you so tender
whenever being with that unlucky old man surnamed Shawn?”

Rylee yelled, baring her teeth, “Joseph Hans, do you have a death wish? If you do, feel free to tell me. I
can kick you to Heaven. I’m sure you’ll have a seat there.”

Joseph shook his head. “I say, that Shawn guy is an unlucky old man. Old man! He’s an unlucky old
man!”

“Jesus! You've got the guts, Huh?” Rylee raised a box of loose powder and smashed it to Joseph.

Protecting his head with his arms, Joseph tried to run away but bumped into someone.

“Be a man! Don’t escape. You...” Rylee was about to chase and hit him, only to see clearly the man
who Joseph bumped into. She was taken aback.

Then, Rylee put down her arm awkwardly, placed the loose powder box on the table, and managed a
tender smile. “Hi, Manfred... Why are you here?”

Manfred smiled at Rylee gently and patted Joseph on his shoulder. He asked, “Are you alright?”



Joseph curled his lips and cast a glance at Manfred. He said in a lazy tone, “Old man, you look fine
with those creaky bones. Mind your own business.”

His provocation made Manfred startled.

Rylee gritted her teeth in anger and glared at Joseph, her eyes full of warnings. Then she smiled at
Manfred and explained, “Please ignore him, Manfred. This brat is always out of his mind. Just take him
as a retard.”

Manfred laughed.

Joseph was furious and yelled, “Rylee Carroll! Are you having a fever? Look at your red face!”

Whenever Rylee was with Manfred, she looked like a bewitched woman. Joseph was so angry.

“Does your wound have any infection? You got a fever?” Manfred was quite worried. Reaching out, he
put his hand on Rylee’s forehead and tested the temperature.

Rylee was ashamed to death.

She didn't have a fever for sure. She just felt shy when seeing Manfred. Inwardly, she kept cursing
Joseph, deciding to teach him a lesson later.

“I’m all right. Please don’t worry. I’m not sick. Manfred, please have a seat here.”

Rylee was embarrassed, pulling a chair over for Manfred and letting him sit down. At the same time,
she glared at Joseph.

The latter trotted away with his lips pursed.

Manfred was still worried. “Although you are not having a fever, your arm was injured. Please take
some antibiotics to avoid the infection.”



“I’m fine. I’m not that weak.” Rylee waved her hand.

“After you’ve packed up, let’s go home.” Manfred looked at Rylee affectionately.

Rylee felt giddy when being stared at by Manfred. She rubbed her feet against the floor and nodded.
“Emm... Yeah, let’s go home.”

Timothy kept watching the show to the end.

Kenneth yawned. The deputy mayor said with a considerate smile, “Mr. Keith, are you tired? Why don’t
we go take a rest in the hotel? What do you think, Mr. Wheeler?”

Timothy cast a causal glance at Kenneth, and the latter held back his yawn forcibly and sat upright.
Timothy asked, “Mr. Keith, are you tired?”

Kenneth answered honestly, “Of course, I am...”

Before finishing his words, he saw Timothy’s eagle-sharp eyes. He swallowed hard and changed his
words. “Of course, being exhausted is impossible for me. I’m not tired. Not at all, Boss!”

Armand patted his own chest behind him.


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