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.

She opened her lipd, but before she could say anything, the man grabbed her wrist and dragged her out mercilessly.

The car was waiting outside. Nicola Clinton directly put her into the back seat and said in a deep voice, "to the heaven and earth."

"What?" Amelia Wytte's face changed.

What kind of place was it? It was a famous sex club. Many rich young men liked it to have fun.

What did Nicola Clinton want to do by taking her to that place?

"Are you afraid now? It's not like the arrogant Amelia Wytte." Nicola Clinton 's mouth was full of sarcasm, and his big palm was still holding her wrist, making her painful.

She frowned and tried to pull her arm back. "Nicola Clinton , what the hell are you doing?"

"You'll know when you get there. I'm sure you'll like it." He let out a chuckle and loosened his grip. Then he took out a tissue and wiped the place where he had touched her carefully.

A simple move easily pierced her heart.

She pressed her pale lips tightly and her ten fingers intertwined.

More than 40 minutes later, the car accurately stopped at the gate of the heaven and earth.

The night life had just begun, and a series of luxury cars had been parked in the parking lot, which showed how extravagant it was.

Nicola Clinton opened the door and got off the car.

Amelia Wytte followed him step by step into the place she looked down upon most.

"Mr. Clinton , why are you free today? It's my honor. I happen to have a good private room. I'll book it for you." As soon as he entered the room, the manager came up with great courtesy.

"Great!" Nicola Clinton glanced at the somewhat unnatural look in Amelia Wytte and slowly said .

Not allowing her to refuse, Amelia Wytte had to follow to the private room. Not long after, several young men came in, seeming to be particularly enthusiastic with Nicola Clinton .

Amelia Wytte tried to hide herself in the corner for fear of being recognized by these people.

However, Nicola Clinton insisted on making her the focus of everyone. He ordered in a low voice, "You just left the nightclub for a few days. You don't know the rules. Why don't you pour the wine?"

"Yes, sir." She bit her lips and had to get up to fill the glasses.

Someone recognized her as soon as she poured the third glass.

"Oh, isn't this Miss Wytte? She has come out of prison. Is... Uniform temptation?"

The one who spoke was the only son of the Du family, Eric Demi . He had chased after her once, but she refused him ruthlessly.

He reached out and smoothed the hair scattered in Amelia Wytte, "That's true! Everyone, look, this is the arrogant daughter of the Wytte family in the past. Amelia Wytte, remember, you should come to support her more in the future!"

"You're wrong. I'm not." Amelia Wytte avoided him in a hurry.

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the man. "Are you not a waitress? The kind can be taken away and be fucked. How much does it cost to buy you for a night? For the sake of our acquaintance, I will give you more tips. What do you think?"

"Eric Demi , please behave yourself. I'm neither a waiter here nor the kind of person you said." Amelia Wytte was a little annoyed and looked at Nicola Clinton from the corner of her eyes.

But Nicola didn't care about her embarrassment at all and casually leaned against the sofa and tasting the red wine in his glass.

Well, she finally understood that Nicola Clinton deliberately found these people to humiliate her.

Did he want her to admit her fault and submit to him? She refused.

"She is just a murderer. Don't pretend to be pure and lofty in front of me. Mr. Clinton , it seems that she still doesn't know what is sensible." Eric Demi snorted coldly and softened his tone when he turned to Nicola Clinton .

Nicola Clinton looked up at him and said lightly, "How about Eric Demi teaching her well?"

"Mr. Clinton , I don't dare to touch your woman. I was just joking." Eric Demi hurriedly waved his hand.

Everyone knew that Amelia Wytte was still the nominal wife of the short-lived Bill . Even if he was given ten guts, he didn't dare to play with the women of the Clinton family .

"My woman? She does not deserves it. Whoever offers a higher price tonight, this woman will belong to him. The starting price is one hundred thousand." Nicola Clinton changed his posture with his legs crossed. He tapped his knee with his slender fingers. The gem ring on his index finger shone with a faint luster in the light.

Amelia Wytte was stunned and looked at him in disbelief. "Nicola Clinton , what did you say?"

She was a servant of the Clinton family , but it didn't mean that she could let him auction her as an item!

"What? You don't like it? Aren't you used to serve men? Except for your body, what else can you afford to pay for my coat?" The short sentences were really harsh.

Amelia Wytte's face turned pale and her hands trembled. She couldn't believe that this was Nicola Clinton she knew before?

"Mr. Clinton , are you serious? I'll pay you two hundred thousand."

"Three hundred thousand!"

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

..

Those young men all made offers.

Four years ago, Amelia Wytte was full of only one person, Nicola Clinton . A lot of pursuers were humiliated back in an extremely embarrassing way by her. Now that she ended up like this, everyone wanted her to experience the humiliation at that time.

She bit her lips, and the man's figure became a little blurred in her tears.

After a while, she smiled, flipped her long hair in front of her shoulder, and unbuttoned a button on her chest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is my first time. Is it worth only a few hundred thousand?" She stood up and winked at them.

Amelia Wytte was beautiful. With a slight squint of her seductive eyes, she was full of charm and soul stirring.

The outline of her chest was so indistinct that those men couldn't take their eyes off her. Her soft voice made people react in an instant.

"One million!" Eric Demi offered the highest price.

The others were unwilling to fall behind.

For them, 1 or 2 million was just a month's pocket money, but for Amelia Wytte, it might save her life.

Looking at the woman's slim and graceful figure, Nicola Clinton frowned and felt annoyed. The vintage wine suddenly became tasteless.

He put the glass on the table heavily, pursing his thin lips into a straight line, but still did not say anything.

And the price had also changed from one hundred thousand at the beginning to one million and five hundred thousand, and then no one added.

With a bright smile, Eric Demi reached out and took Amelia Wytte into his arms. He took out a check and said to Nicola Clinton , "Mr. Clinton , I'll take her away. I'll send her back to the Clinton family safely tomorrow morning."

"At your will." Nicola Clinton smiled and said indifferently.