My Husband Is a Gary Stu

In order to practice his carving skills, Timothy asked Johnson for a few pieces of wood to take back to the hotel.
That night, there was neither rain nor thunder. Using the excuse that his own room was too dimly lit and the air too dry, he
shamelessly lingered in Johanna's room.
When Johanna was video calling with Asel, Timothy also leaned over to Johanna's side, teasing Asel on purpose, “Daddy can
kiss the fragrant mommy, but Asel can't.”
Asel's lips puckered up in frustration, on the verge of tears. “I don't love Daddy anymore.”
After finishing a video call with Asel, Johanna saw that Timothy hadn't gone to take a bath yet, and instinctively asked, “Aren't
you going to sleep?”
“I need to practice more,” Timothy said. “Otherwise, when the music box is ready, if Asel sees the ugly little animal and guesses
that I carved it, it would be so embarrassing for me as a father.”
Worried that the light might disturb her sleep, Timothy turned off all the lights and switched on the desk lamp by the bookshelf.
He held the carving knife, meticulously chipping away the wood outside the pattern. He had no idea how much time had passed
when he faintly heard footsteps approaching from outside.
Someone spoke in a hushed tone. “Does that woman live in this room?”
“Yes, I've checked in the system.”
Timothy recognized one of the voices as the man he had hit in the back of the head at the shop earlier. He turned off the desk
lamp and silently made his way to the room's entrance.
A moment later, the sound of the door being seemingly swiped open echoed through the room.
The person outside gently cracked open the door, easily removing the chain lock. As they were about to step in, they didn't

expect to find someone standing inside.
That man was taken aback, but before he could react, Timothy slapped him across the face.
The other men hadn't expected Timothy to be in the room. Startled, they turned to run. But Timothy didn't let a single one
escape. He knocked one down with a kick, then grabbed a trash can from the side of the wall and hurled it at another.
Timothy grabbed the man by the back of his shirt, pulling him up. “So, you got out of the police station in just one day. Does your
family have connections?”
I was bracing myself for these men to pick a fight with me, but unexpectedly, their attention was focused on Johanna. If it weren't
for my shameless insistence on staying in Johanna's room tonight... Timothy's eyes darkened, and he fiercely slapped the man's
face again.
He tied up those men with a rope and threw them into the hotel lobby. Timothy called his private lawyer, asking the latter to come
to Zaidham immediately.
In the early hours of the morning, around one or two o'clock, the lawyer still hadn't arrived. A middle-aged man hurried into the
hotel. He glanced at the few men who were tied up, then turned his gaze to Timothy, who was smoking off to the side, exuding
an aura of hostility.
The middle-aged man mustered up his courage and approached. “Sir, my nephew is young and naive. I'm sure we can discuss
any issues at hand.”
“He's young and naive?” Timothy lifted his eyelids to look at the middle-aged man. “He's fat and looks even older than you. What,
did he grow into a giant baby by the age of ten?”
The middle-aged man's smile stiffened. “Can we let this matter slide if I pay you one hundred thousand in private?”
“How about I give you a hundred million, and you do away with your nephew and his companion now?” A cold counter-question
came from Timothy. “Is that enough? If not, I'll make it two hundred million.”

Seeing Timothy's arrogance, the middle-aged man's expression finally changed. “Outsider, it's best to behave when you're in
someone else's territory, lest you bite off more than you can chew.”
“You're just like your nephew, quite good at making threats,” Timothy said with a laugh.
With one hand, he gripped the middle-aged man's arm, pressing the half-smoked cigarette onto the man's down jacket, burning
a hole straight through it. “All right, bring your backer here for me to see.”
After pushing Timothy aside, the middle-aged man stormed off to make a phone call, seemingly seeking help from his backer.
Blake turned around with a smug smile on his face. He said to Timothy, “That's my uncle. He's the top official in the county. My
aunt's father is the head of the local police station. You're screwed!”
“I'm waiting for them to come, aren't I?” Timothy said nonchalantly.
Timothy lit another cigarette and took a couple of drags when suddenly a crowd stormed into the bar. There were more than
twenty of them, surrounding Timothy so tightly that he had nowhere to go. Some of them even held baseball bats in their hands.
Timothy glanced at them. “Just as I thought, poor and adverse natural environments produce crafty and malevolent people.
There's no getting rid of people like you.”