The room returned to peace. The commotion in Amelia Wytte didn't affect much.

"She looks pure and lofty. I didn't expect that she was just that kind of slut." Watching her receding figure, the playboys smacked their lips in disappointment.

At this time, Nicola Clinton leaned back on the sofa, his long legs on the table and played with his cigar with an indifferent expression.

Seeing this, the man next to him smiled and asked tentatively, "Mr. Clinton , did you... Know each other before?" So serious.

Nicola Clinton narrowed his eyes, bit the cigar in his mouth, and his eyes were unpredictable. "Yes, an acquaintance."

Finally, she left the suffocating box. The expression on Amelia Wytte's face was relax and somewhat dull.

She hurried to the corridor and avoided the place behind her.

"Ah --" she was in a trance and bumped into a hard chest.

There was a faint Mint breath on the man's body, gentle and stable, which was incompatible with this place.

Amelia Wytte stopped and took a step back subconsciously. "I'm sorry."

Eden Hawk stood still and frowned slightly. She left in a hurry without even looking up at him.

He turned around and took a look at the slender figure. To him, that figure was very familiar.

"She's back..."

In the cramped and noisy lounge.

A group of women put on a heavy make-up on their faces and flirted with each other.

Amelia Wytte took a deep breath. As soon as she entered, the director shouted at her, "No. 302, what are you waiting for? The dance is about to begin. Why don't you change your clothes?"

She nodded.

There were often dance performances in the clubhouse, and dancers were well paid. When Amelia Wytte was a child, she had learned piano drawing and dancing all over, so it was not difficult to deal with such an occasion.

Now in order to make a living, as long as she could make money, she would try. Besides, except for the dance head, the rest of the dancers would wear masks and not show up in public.

"TSK... If you can reveal your body a little bit, you can mmake men off the stage fascinated." After changing clothes, the director's eyes lit up even he saw many beauties.

She wore a dark black shoulder length velvet dress, which was low-key in color, but made her skin as white as jade in Amelia Wytte.

The tight fitting cloth outlined the perfect figure of Amelia Wytte and revealed the curve.

The corners of Amelia Wytte's mouth twitched, but she felt a little uncomfortable. This dress was too...

"Hey, Lily , I really can't stand it. She is just a waitress. How can she steal the limelight from you?" Seeing this, the woman sitting in front of the mirror with makeup secretly rolled her eyes at Amelia Wytte and whispered.

Lily raised her chin and glanced at Amelia Wytte with a weird smile.

When they were about to go on the stage, the women straightened their backs and smiled the best, as if none of them wanted to lose.

Amelia Wytte didn't notice that her high-heeled shoes were stumbled by the hemline and she almost fell down.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lily walked beside her and asked with concern.

"Your mask is askew. Let me help you tidy it up." Without waiting for the response of Amelia Wytte, she took off the mask of Amelia Wytte and quickly put it on her again.

"Thank you."

As the music started, the audience had already been boiling. Seeing beautiful women coming up, the guests whistled excitedly.

"Lily is the most beautiful! Lily is the most beautiful!" Lily , the leading dancer, was the old trump card of the club with the most recognition. A greasy middle-aged man laughed and hooted under the stage.

Lily showed a smug smile.

With the change of the colorful lights on the stage, Amelia Wytte was dancing without distraction. All the disturbance off the stage had nothing to do with her.

Gradually, with the flow of dancing steps, people off the stage began to look at her.

"Did you see that the girl on the outsider is quite sexy?"

"Yes, yes. She doesn't look like a night club girl at all. She has an indescribable temperament, which is very seductive..."

People off the stage were gossiping, and all of them wanted to look at Amelia Wytte.

In a corner, Eden Hawk 's expression was a little complicated, and his eyes were fixed on Amelia Wytte.

She was supposed to be the proud and unrestrained lady of the Wytte family . She should be the queen of her own stage, not the dancing girl in the club.

His eyes had been following her, but she could only see that man in her eyes.

When he came back from his study, he heard the bad news that she was put in jail for murder.

"What on earth has she experienced these years?" There was a trace of pity in Eden Hawk 's eyes.

Halfway through the dance, Amelia Wytte felt the lace of her mask loosened when she turned around.

Her heart sank. She wanted to hold the mask, but it was too late. The mask fell to the ground with the swing of the mask--

The light just fell on her face in Amelia Wytte, and her face turned pale. Looking at the people off the stage who were focused on her face , she was stunned and stood still.

"Isn't she the eldest daughter of the Wytte family ?" A sharp voice suddenly sounded.

Amelia Wytte's body stiffened, and she subconsciously wanted to escape to the dark light.

"What's going on? Why does she become a dancing girl in the club?" the audience immediately began to discuss.

Seeing this, the crowd was in chaos. Seeing this scene, Lily , who was leading the dance, sneered.

Amelia Wytte felt that those harsh words and burning eyes seemed to peel off her clothes and chop her in the light.

She squatted down and covered her ears tightly, but those people's eyes followed her closely.

At this time, a suit jacket was suddenly covered on her shoulder. The coat was mixed with a faint Mint breath, which was somewhat familiar.

"Come with me." Eden Hawk 's gentle and deep voice brought a sense of relief.

Amelia Wytte was stunned. She looked up at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her. Why was he here?

Before she could react, Eden Hawk helped her up and left the stage quickly.

In the private room, the young man with his back to the table was browsing his mobile phone. He suddenly exclaimed, "there is a big show on the dance floor tonight!"

"What show?" Hearing this, several people curiously stuck their heads out.

"It said that a girl from a declining family went to be a dancing girl, and there was also a video..." she looked at the phone and said with great interest.

"Mr. Clinton , let's go to have a look together..." he urged eagerly.

Nicola Clinton stood up slowly, picked up his coat on the sofa and said expressionlessly, "I'm not interested." He walked out of the room.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw a man and a woman standing side by side in the corridor.

In the light of the corridor, Amelia Wytte was wearing a black suit jacket, which made hER look thinner . The man was lowering his head and talking to her, as if comforting her.

Nicola Clinton squinted his long eyes, biting a cigarette that was not lit, and gritted his teeth. The scene was so dazzling.

"Miss Whytte , you are quite capable." With his hands in the pockets of the coat, he stepped forward, glanced at Amelia Wytte and said expressionlessly.

Amelia Wytte raised her head and looked at the uninvited guest in front of her. Her face darkened.

Eden Hawk frowned. When he was about to speak for Amelia Wytte, he saw that Nicola Clinton didn't even look at him. He grabbed the arm of Amelia Wytte and pulled her forward.

"You are so dissolute that you don't forget to seduce men everywhere?"

Amelia Wytte was inexplicably pulled by him, and struggled. "I don't know what you mean, Mr. Clinton ."

He sneered and glanced at the suit jacket on her casually. "You are good at pretending to be pitiful in this kind of place."

Amelia Wytte was stunned. After so long a time, he still stabbed her heart.

But wasn't he cruel enough to her? Wasn't he satisfied with her current situation?

Why did he force her step by step and find every opportunity to humiliate her.

"Yes, I'm a bitch. I'm dissolute. I pretend to be pitiful and win men's sympathy." Amelia Wytte looked up at Nicola Clinton calmly.

"But does it have anything to do with Mr. Clinton ?"

As soon as his voice fell, the strength that was holding Amelia Wytte's arm suddenly loosened. Nicola Clinton 's expression changed unpredictable, and finally he sneered.

"It has nothing to do with me. What about Bill ?" His eyes were as cold as ice.

Bill Clinton 's name seemed to be a taboo between them. Once it was mentioned, it would be out of control.

Amelia Wytte tightened her hands, which reminded her of many nightmares.

"I'm afraid even if he is underground, his soul will be uneasy."

"I..." Amelia Wytte opened her mouth with difficulty, but could not say a word.

She didn't think it would be useful to explain in front of this man.

"You live for him, and you die for him." Nicola Clinton stepped forward, looked down at her and warned her word by word.

"The wedding was also held. Miss Whytte , do you have a bad memory?"

He raised his chin. The black standing collar windbreaker made his expression even colder.

"That's enough, Mr. Clinton . Please stop when it's enough." Seeing this, Eden Hawk frowned deeply. He stood up for Amelia Wytte and protected Amelia Wytte by his side.

However, what he did made Nicola Clinton 's face even colder.

"Let me go." He lifted his eyelids and finally looked at Eden Hawk .

Eden Hawk remained unmoved, while Amelia Wytte felt Nicola Clinton 's suppressed anger.

She knew what kind of person he was. If she offended him, he might take revenge on her and the people around her by any means..

Amelia Wytte didn't want to get Eden Hawk into trouble because of this. She closed her eyes, slowly avoided Eden Hawk 's hand and returned the coat to him.

"Thank you so much tonight." After saying that, she didn't want to stay any longer and left the club with her head down.

Looking at her back, Eden Hawk felt heartbroken.

"What a unique taste!" Nicola Clinton glanced at the expression on Eden Hawk 's face and said in a sarcastic tone.

Eden Hawk turned around and wanted to say something, but he left without looking back.

He frowned and followed Amelia Wytte.

Back to the dressing room, Amelia Wytte quickly changed her clothes. Before she could make up, the supervisor rushed in angrily and scolded her, "what's wrong with you today? A good performance was destroyed like this. Do you know how much damage it has caused to the nightclub?"

"Sorry, the mask was suddenly loosened, i..." Amelia Wytte frowned and explained carefully.

She had no choice but to put aside her dignity for the time being.

"Don't explain to me. My temple is too small to afford you. Miss, pack your things and get out of here right away!" The supervisor's face turned red. Her scolding was mixed with the noisy music outside. She only felt a terrible headache.

Before she could say anything, the director slammed the door and left.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror dejectedly. A sharp female voice came at this time, "Lily , you are really awesome. This time, no one dares to steal your thunder in the whole nightclub."

"Of course. The eldest daughter of the Wytte family is a down and out slut." Lily said proudly, crossing her arms.

Amelia Wytte suddenly realized that her mask was loosed by her when she made an excuse to tidy it up!

She clenched her fists, suddenly stood up and looked coldly at the woman in front of her.

"Oh, she hasn't left yet." Lily said in a sarcastic tone, stroking her hair in front of her shoulders.

"If I leave, how can I know your true face?"

"Well, stop talking nonsense. You are not a member of the nightclub now. Get out of here quickly. Don't take our place." Lily asked her to leave directly.

The woman next to her pushed Amelia Wytte and threw her things on the ground.

Since she was released from prison, she had already forgotten what the limelight was.

She pressed her pale lips tightly, bent down to pick up the thing and left in heavy steps.

Outside the nightclub, a gust of cold wind blew, and she realized that she had lost her job. The savings in her card wouldn't last long.

She sighed and didn't realize that another man was looking at her.

Standing in the corner, Eden Hawk looked at the once beautiful daughter of the Wytte family , who was now so thin and haggard. It was conceivable how suffering she had been in prison for the past few years.

He opened his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss... Miss Whytte ."

"It's you?" Amelia Wytte turned around and saw the emotion in his eyes.

"Well, I heard that you were fired?" Eden Hawk nodded gently and kept a distance from her.

Amelia Wytte felt bitter again. She lowered her head and pursed her red lips, without answering.

Seeing that the exquisite black shoes were closer to her, she subconsciously stepped back.

Seeing this, Eden Hawk felt even more heartbroken. He could only stand still and said, "don't be afraid. I don't mean anything else. I just think that I am also responsible for what happened tonight. My company happens to have a vacancy. If you want, I can give you a new job."

"Me?" Amelia Wytte looked up at him in disbelief. After hesitating for a while, she said, "but I... I was in jail."

With this stain, no decent company would be willing to hire her.

"I know, but it doesn't matter. I only value the employee's moral and working ability. Other things don't matter." Eden Hawk answered straightforwardly.

When the four eyes met, Amelia Wytte held her fingers, hesitating and shaking.

Just as she was about to make up her mind, she heard the man's voice

"You can't take her away as you like."

It was him again, Nicola Clinton !

What should she do to make him let her go?

Amelia Wytte stepped back again. It was not until she felt a piece of cold on her back that she realized that she had no way back. She could only stare at the man in front of her vigilantly.

"Mr. Clinton , what do you mean?" Eden Hawk 's voice suddenly became colder.

The two men looked at each othe.

"Whether she is alive or dead, she is a member of the Clinton family . Of course she will go back to the Clinton family with me. Or, you have been with this man only a few months after you were released from prison?" As she spoke, Nicola Clinton turned his cold eyes to Amelia Wytte, which made her tremble with fear.

"No, I didn't!" She replied subconsciously.

"That's good." Nicola Clinton smiled and pinched the cuff link with his slender fingers.

Holding back his anger, Eden Hawk strode to stand in front of Amelia Wytte and said coldly, "the second master of the Clinton family has died, and she was in the jail in the past few years. Now she is free."

"It's not up to you whether she is free or not. Amelia Wytte, get in the car!" Nicola Clinton frowned, apparently losing his patience.

Amelia Wytte was grateful for the kindness of this strange man, but she didn't want to implicate the innocent.

She clenched the backpack belt and smiled at him. "He's right. No matter whether I'm alive or dead, I can't escape from the Clinton family . Thank you. Goodbye."

After saying that, she got into the black car on the roadside without looking back.

Nicola Clinton sneered and left.

The car was like an arrow off the string and quickly disappeared in front of him.

Seeing the familiar face farther and farther away from him, Eden Hawk could not help clenching his fists.

In the car, Amelia Wytte puckered her red lips and hid herself in the corner, trying to keep a distance from Nicola Clinton .

In Nicola Clinton 's eyes, this was another play.

"What? Did my sudden appearance disappoint you?" He sneered.

Amelia Wytte lowered her eyes and said indifferently, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Do you really don't understand, or do you just pretend to protect that man on purpose?" Nicola Clinton 's eyes darkened. He gripped the woman's delicate chin with his five fingers and forced her to look at him.

From Nicola Clinton 's eyes, she saw disgust and endless hatred.

So many years had passed, but he still couldn't remove the label of murderer from him.

Her heart ached. She replied in a hoarse voice, "I don't know him, so why do I have to act? But you, you haven't left for a long time. Are you waiting for me to go back?"

"Well, you deserve it?" Nicola Clinton shouted coldly and shook her off.

Amelia Wytte didn't prepare for it. Her forehead hit the window directly, and she gasped in pain.

It could be seen that Nicola Clinton had no pity for her at all.

She smiled bitterly.

In the next half an hour, Nicola Clinton was busy with his own business and didn't look at her anymore.

On the winding hillside Road, Amelia Wytte looked at the brightly lit villa on the hillside and felt nervous.

This was Nicola Clinton 's home, and also... Bill Clinton 's.

She had asked about it when she was just released from prison. Since the funeral, Laura Kent had moved out of here and emigrated abroad, but Nicola Clinton still kept her and Bill Clinton 's room.

The car stopped and Amelia Wytte followed Nicola Clinton into the house. Everything was the same as before, and it seemed to be different again.

"Sir, you're back," the Butler, aunt Sara , came over with a smile. When she saw Amelia Wytte, she was first stunned, and then said with concern, "Miss Whytte , you're back."

Amelia Wytte nodded. When she was about to speak, she heard a cold voice from Nicola Clinton , "aunt Sara , I think you are old. This is Miss Whytte from the Clinton family. She is not Miss Whytte?"

"Yes, yes, then... Mrs. second, give me the stuff. It's very heavy." Aunt Sara immediately corrected herself.

In the whole Clinton family , except for Bill Clinton , aunt Sara treated her the best.

Only she could believe that she was innocent.

"No, thanks. I can do it myself." Amelia Wytte said in a gentle tone, and her almond eyes curved into two crescent moons,.

Nicola Clinton was annoyed and interrupted the conversation between the two again, "well, do you really think I'm taking you back to be hostess? From now on, you're just a servant of the Clinton family . You're not special at all!"

"Well..." aunt Sara stammered.

Amelia Wytte was not surprised at all.

It was much better to be a servant than a prisoner in prison.

"Okay." She agreed without hesitation.

Nicola Clinton couldn't help but look down at her. He asked the Butler Uncle Mark to arrange work for her and went upstairs.

"Miss Whytte , this is your room." Uncle Mark was polite and alienated.

She nodded, "thank you. I'm just a servant of the Clinton family now. You don't have to be so polite. Just call me Amelia Wytte."

"Well, it's not early. Go to bed. There are still a lot of things to wait for tomorrow morning." After that, he turned around and left.

Amelia Wytte sighed and looked around. Although it was a little smaller, it was a complete family after all.

After putting the things away, she took a hot bath and was ready to have a comfortable sleep.

But in her dream, she saw Bill Clinton .

The bony man sat on the wheelchair, his face covered with blood, and his eyes were staring at her, quickly approaching her.

She tried to speak, but she couldn't move. In her breath, there was only a few centimeters between them.

The once sunny boy smiled at her, grabbed her neck with both hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Amelia Wytte, it's you. You killed me. I want you to die with me..."

"No, no, it's not me!" Amelia Wytte suddenly jumped up and realized that it was just a dream.

She wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and licked her dry lips.

"Ring, ring, ring..."

"Ah!"