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!"

The sudden ringing of the phone startled Amelia Wytte. When she came to her senses, she found that there was a phone hanging at the door.

She got out of bed and answered the phone quickly. Her throat was still a little dry because of the dream just now. "Hello?"

"Send the coffee to the study in ten minutes."

It was Nicola Clinton 's cold and deep voice.

"Okay, I know..." before she finished her words, the line was disconnected.

Although he was already very impatient with her, he still had to torture her in different ways.

He didn't change at all.

With a faint smile, she casually put on a thin shirt and quickly made a cup for him.

"Come in." The man said.

Amelia Wytte tightened her grip on the door and pushed it in.

At two o'clock in the morning, Nicola Clinton was still wearing a white shirt. Several buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his delicate collarbone. Different from the day, his hair was scattered in front of his forehead, and a pair of gold rimmed glasses was set on the bridge of his nose, which was less fierce and oppressive.

"Coffee you want." Amelia Wytte went forward and put the coffee cup in front of him.

Nicola Clinton looked up at her indifferently and said in disgust, "is this your attitude as a servant?"

Hearing this, Amelia Wytte stopped what she was doing. After a while, she said, "Sir, the coffee you want is ready."

This time, Nicola Clinton took it.

He took a sip, and the sweetness was moderate.

For so many years, she still remembered his taste.

He frowned slightly, put the cup back on the tray and said pickily, "it's sweet."

"I'll be careful next time." Amelia Wytte replied in a low voice, knowing that he did it on purpose.

Her pride and arrogance had been worn out in prison day after day. What she needed to do now was to save money, cure her illness and find out the truth.

Looking at her obedient look, Nicola Clinton felt inexplicably irritable, and his tone became more and more impatient. "Get out!"

"Yes, sir." Amelia Wytte nodded and left with the tray. When she turned around, she stumbled over the carpet and fell forward.

With a crisp sound, the cup fell, and Amelia Wytte fell to the ground. The coffee just splashed on her chest, and the thin fabric of her pajamas, now fully highlighted the glory inside.

Coincidentally, she was facing Nicola Clinton , who also raised his head at this moment.

All of a sudden, disgust filled the man's eyes in Amelia Wytte.

"Sorry, I'll clean it up right away." She tidied up her coat and stood up quickly.

However, Nicola Clinton moved faster than her. He directly went forward and grabbed her chin, looking at her with malicious eyes.

"Amelia Wytte, are you so cheap?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Amelia Wytte replied in a hoarse voice.

Nicola Clinton sneered and said, "You fell down and wetted your clothes on purpose. What kind of honey trap do you want to play in front of me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his hand, and Amelia Wytte fell back to the ground heavily. Her elbow just hit the corner of the table, and she gasped in pain.

But what hurt her more was her broken heart.

"Of course I don't deserve it. Since there are so many servants in the villa, why do you ask me to come here? Or do you want to see me?" She forced a smile, which made her face paler.

Nicola Clinton became more furious and spoke more ruthlessly, "you will only dirty my eyes if I see you. Amelia Wytte, remember your identity. Now, you are just a dog I keep in the Clinton family . Get out of here right now!"

Huh, a dog.

She was afraid that even a dog would be treated better than her.

.

"In that case, I have to thank Mr. Clinton for taking me in. Don't worry, I will do my job well. After all, the salary of the servants in the Clinton family is much higher than in the nightclub." She replied with self mockery. Enduring the pain, she got up from the ground and walked out quickly.

With his thin lips tightly closed, Nicola Clinton squinted slightly. Seeing the woman leave with a straight back, he felt more irritable.

After the door was closed, Amelia Wytte breathed a sigh of relief. All the emotions disguised were instantly disintegrated.

Tonight was doomed to be sleepless

The next morning, Amelia Wytte was awakened by a deafening knock on the door.

She checked the time. It was only six o'clock in the morning. She tossed and turned last night and didn't fall asleep until the next morning.

"Here you are." She dragged her tired body to open the door. There was another maid outside, whose name seemed to be Noah.

With an apologetic look on her face, she said, " Amelia Wytte, I'm sorry. It's Mr. who asked me to come. You'd better pack up and go to the dining room. Mr. Clinton is angry."

"Okay, I see. Thank you." She nodded, quickly washed her face and changed into the uniform that the housekeeper gave her.

As soon as she stepped into the restaurant, Nicola Clinton 's sarcasm had already reached her ears. "What? Do you really think of yourself as the second hostess of the Clinton family ?"

"No, I'm sorry. I got up late." Amelia Wytte stood in front of him and said calmly.

She came too late yesterday, and the Butler, Uncle Mark , didn't tell her any rules of the Clinton family .

She didn't expect that Nicola Clinton would come to her early in the morning.

"Uncle Mark , teach her the rules of the Clinton family ." Nicola Clinton snorted and looked away.

"Yes, sir." Uncle Mark said respectfully.

Amelia Wytte stood aside and said nothing.

Anyway, in Nicola Clinton 's opinion, it was better for her to be silent.

But Uncle Mark went straight to her and said coldly, "what are you waiting for? Go and prepare breakfast for Mr. Clinton. From now on, your job is to be responsible for Mr. Clinton's three meals a day and the cleaning of the backyard."

"Me alone?" Amelia Wytte was stunned.

"How about I ask all the servants in the villa to serve you, who once was a noble daughter of a rich family?" Nicola Clinton stressed the two words "once" on purpose

Amelia Wytte felt a sharp pain in her heart, but she didn't show anything unusual. She nodded and went into the kitche

Fortunately, it was not difficult to cook Nicola Clinton's meals alone.

In order not to let him be picky about her, she made both eastern and Western dishes.

But when she put the things on the table, Nicola Clinton had already disappeared.

"You are too slow. Sir has gone to the company. Clean the kitchen and then clean the backyard." The Butler stepped forward, his tone as cold as an emotionless machine.

Knowing that everything was deliberately made difficulties by Nicola Clinton , she had no choice but to accept it passively.

She took the tools and went to the backyard.

In her impression, the backyard was very large. Now, the backyard garden had been expanded a lot. She couldn't finish it even if she stayed alone for a day and a night.

Nicola Clinton thought highly of her.