"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.

She had no choice but to accept her fate.

She took a deep breath and put on her plastic gloves. When she was about to start, she heard brisk footsteps from behind.

She turned around and found that it was the maid in the morning, Noah.

She also carried the same tools in her hand.

"What are you doing?" Amelia Wytte was confused.

Noah smiled brightly at her. "Before you came, the backyard was cleaned by me and the other two people. It's too big for you to do it all by yourself. How about I help you?"

"No, I can..." Amelia Wytte refused subconsciously.

She had been in prison for so many years and had learned that she could only rely on herself. Even if she asked for help, she might not be able to get rid of it.

However, Noah insisted. No matter what, she lowered her head and said, "all right. If Mr. Clinton comes back and sees that we haven't finished it yet, he will definitely lose his temper. At that time, we will suffer. I'm not doing it for you."

At this point, all the words that came to her mouth finally turned into a sentence, "thank you."

Noah waved her hand. Amelia Wytte didn't dare to delay and began to work.

Nicola Clinton , who had already left, appeared in the corridor of the backyard, looking at the busy figures of the two with malicious eyes.

"Amelia Wytte!" The veins on his forehead bulged, and his voice was full of anger.

Hearing the noise, the two of them stopped. The moment they turned around, there was a strange look in the eyes of Noah, and then she became panic again.

"Sir, why do you come back all of a sudden?" She stammered.

With a sneer, Nicola Clinton stepped forward and said coldly, "when should I report to you when I come back?"

"I... I didn't mean that." Noah clenched her hands, lowered her eyes and stepped back subconsciously.

Amelia Wytte stood straight and said nothing.

The next moment, Nicola Clinton looked at her coldly, "who allows you to find yourself a helper?"

"No."

"Sir, I asked to help Miss Whytte . It's none of your business." Noah said in a hurry.

However, Nicola Clinton focused on the words, "Miss Wytte ? Amelia Wytte, you looked tolerant in front of me. As soon as I leave, you can't continue, can you?"

"No, I didn't. I'll clean up the backyard today." Amelia Wytte looked up at him fearlessly.

Hearing this, Noah was about to defend her. But when she saw the cold expression on Nicola Clinton 's face, she shut her mouth.

"You'd better. If I see someone help her again, pack up and get out of the Clinton family ." Nicola Clinton said coldly.

Under the guidance of Nicola Clinton , she left the backyard quickly.

Amelia Wytte only felt that she was implicated, so she didn't notice the slight smile on Noah 's face when she turned around.

She pressed her red lips tightly and continued to clean up.

Looking at her lifeless eyes, he felt a little irritable for no reason. He pulled his tie on his chest, turned around and strode away.

As the man's figure gradually left, Amelia Wytte was a little relaxed.

Under the order of Nicola Clinton , she was not allowed to eat unless she finished the work in the backyard.

He didn't have the habit of going back to the villa for lunch, so she was hungry all day long. It was sunset when she finally finished cleaning. She had to prepare dinner for Mr. Clinton .

"Amelia Wytte." As soon as she entered the kitchen, Noah with an apologetic face followed her in.

"What's up?" Amelia Wytte asked.

Clenching her fingers, Noah said hesitantly, "I'm sorry. I didn't know that Mr. Clinton would suddenly come back. I just want to help you. You've been busy all day, but you haven't had lunch yet. Eat some biscuits first. This is mine. It won't be found by Mr. Clinton ."

Then she ran out in a hurry. When Amelia Wytte came to herself, she had two bags of cookies in her hands.

Since she was released from prison, Noah was the second one who was good to her. The first one was Nicola who saved her in the nightclub.

"Hurry up!" In a trance, there was a urging voice from outside.

Amelia Wytte had no choice but to put something into her pocket and continue to be busy.

Nicola Clinton was picky about food. He couldn't even smell scallion, ginger and garlic. He wouldn't eat anything that didn't look good.

Amelia Wytte had spent a lot of time and energy on this dinner.

But Nicola Clinton seemed not satisfied with it.

"Is this the food you prepared?" He sat upright in the chair, frowning slightly.

"Yes, sir." Amelia Wytte nodded. Seeing that Nicola Clinton sent a braised pork rib to his mouth, she felt a little nervous.

In the past, she was also a rich girl who didn't touch any housework. She learned to cook after she was released from prison. The taste... Was really not very good.

Nicola Clinton had planned to make things difficult for her, but the food tasted good.

It seemed that the torture in the past few years had changed the arrogant daughter of the Wytte family a lot.

The man's eyebrows gradually relaxed, and the hanging heart of Amelia Wytte was finally relieved.

"Sir, here is your red wine." Noah came closer with a goblet in her hand.

Amelia Wytte gave her a place, but she seemed to stumble on her heels. She stumbled and grabbed Noah subconsciously, and she fell to the ground.

The expensive glass of red wine was poured on Nicola Clinton 's suit jacket. Even the things in Amelia Wytte pocket rolled to the feet of Nicola Clinton .

The air froze and the pressure dropped sharply. Nicola Clinton 's face was as gloomy as if it could drop at any time.

Noah got up and knelt down first. She said in a trembling voice, "Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I..."

"Amelia Wytte, you really didn't let me down. It seems that so many years of torture haven't completely worn out your arrogance!" The man's tone was full of sarcasm.

"Just now... I'll wash the clothes, or I'll compensate you. Sorry." She endured the pain and stood up. The explanation beside her mouth also changed.

Anyway, no matter what she said, Nicola Clinton would never believe it.

"What are you going to pay for it? This is Clinton family , not nightclub. There are not so many blind men for you to seduce." His words were getting worse and worse.

Amelia Wytte flushed. She looked up at him and said, "then you can deduct in advance from my salary until there is enough compensation."

"I think you have forgotten your identity. Why do you have to bargain with me like this? And who allows you to take these things?" As Nicola Clinton stood up, the two bags of biscuits seemed to be crushed under his feet.

Feeling powerless, she softened her tone and asked, "what do you want?"

"There is a place that suits you well." He smiled and his eyes twinkled.

Amelia Wytte's heart pounded, and she was in a panic.