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.

Even if his answer was within her expectation, Amelia Wytte still felt a heartache.

She turned to look at Nicola Clinton , but the man's eyes fell on her from beginning to end.

After leaving the private room, Eric Demi went straight to the point and took her to the private room upstairs.

This was also a property of Heven and Earth, for the convenience of those people to find fun.

"Click." The door was locked from inside. Hearing this, Amelia Wytte's heart pounded.

"Mr... Eric Demi ." Her voice was trembling.

"Don't be afraid. I will be gentle." Eric Demi grinned at her and approached her step by step.

Just now, she pretended to be innocent in front of Nicola Clinton , and now she was scared.

Especially when she saw the handcuffs and whips hanging on the wall, she was so scared that her limbs became soft.

"Don't be in such a hurry. How about... You take a shower first?" Amelia Wytte moved aside and kept a distance between the two.

Eric Demi sneered, "you want to escape while I'm taking a shower? I'm not that stupid. Why don't we take a shower together?"

"No, no, No. I'll go first." She shook her head, ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

But in this damn place, the glass was translucent unexpectedly. When she turned around, she saw Eric Demi lying on the bed leisurely, indicating her to start.

She must be crazy to take a shower in such a place. But she really didn't want to go out, so she had to waste time inside.

Eric Demi 's patience was also exhausted.

He frowned and stood up, patting the glass door hard. "Open the door. Do you still want to stay inside until dawn?"

"No, wait a minute." Amelia Wytte replied in a hurry.

But the man didn't listen to her and directly kicked her.

The door was really unstable. Before Amelia Wytte could react, the door had been kicked open. Eric Demi pulled his collar and approached.

If he went further, Amelia Wytte would take a step back.

Until she felt a chill on her back, she had nowhere to retreat.

Eric Demi opened his arms and circled her in the corner of the bathroom. He leaned over to her ear and said, "don't you think you can run out after entering here? Don't you want to take a shower? Let me help you."

Then he reached out and turned on the shower head.

The warm water poured down on both of them.

The well fitting servant suit suddenly became close to her skin, outlining her perfect figure.

From Eric Demi 's point of view, he could see inside.

As he swallowed, a hint of desire appeared in his eyes.

"You have a good figure and skin care. I wonder how you feel." He licked his lips and was about to lift her clothes.

Amelia Wytte shivered and ran away.

"I don't want the money. Please let me go. It was my fault before. I apologize to you. I'm really sorry." She clenched her collar and looked at him pleadingly.

"It's too late. I must sleep with you today!" Eric Demi narrowed his eyes and revealed his true face in an instant. "You are a loser who has been played by men. You don't deserve to bargain with me. I respect you by giving you money. Don't be shameless!"

"No, don't come over!" Amelia Wytte kept stepping back, picked up the glass bottle beside her and pointed it at the man who was approaching her.

"The more you resist, the more I like it, ha ha." Eric Demi grinned hideously, not afraid of her at all.

Amelia Wytte held her hands tightly and kept swallowing.

Seeing the man getting closer and closer to her, she had to raise her hand and smash it. But the man grabbed her wrist first, threw the bottle and pressed her on the bed.

With two "click" sounds, her wrists were handcuffed at the head of the bed, and Eric Demi quickly handcuffed her feet.

"Eric Demi , what are you doing? Let go of me!" Amelia Wytte struggled and roared.

"I'll show you something exciting. I promise you'll be satisfied." He grinned hideously and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

Panic overwhelmed her. The more she struggled, the tighter her hands and feet were bound.

"Eric Demi , please let me go. As you said, I'm not clean. Aren't you afraid?" Her body trembled slightly, and she had no choice but to protect herself with lies.

Instead of being afraid, Eric Demi laughed and said, "Afraid? I have seen all kinds of women. You are the one who should be afraid."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned over and put something into her mouth.

She felt sweet in her mouth and her body became soft.

There was something wrong with it!

"HMM... HMM..." She twisted her body and stared at him fiercely.

But it was another temptation for Eric Demi .

He bent over and kissed Amelia Wytte.

Her limbs were trapped and her consciousness was gradually drawn away. She could not break free at all.

"Nicola Clinton , help me, help me..." she prayed silently.

But when the man's hand slowly reached out to the hem of her dress, tears finally fell down along the corners of her eyes

"Bang!"

A sudden noise pulled back Amelia Wytte's consciousness.

Eric Demi , who was distracted, said impatiently, "who the hell are you? Mr. Clinton , why are you here?"

Mr. Clinton , Nicola Clinton ?!

Amelia Wytte's eyes lit up and looked at the door.

It was him, really him.

"HMM..." Amelia Wytte struggled to ask him for help.

But Nicola Clinton only stared at her for a short second and then frowned at Eric Demi .

"I want to take her away." He said.

"Take her away? Mr. Clinton , I have paid the money. How can you break your promise?" Eric Demi was in a dilemma.

Nicola Clinton narrowed his eyes and said, "Oh? You mean you are going to stop me?"

"No, no, No. I'll untie her right now." Eric Demi waved his hands and unlocked the handcuffs quickly.

Amelia Wytte breathed a sigh of relief, but her body became softer and softer, and Nicola Clinton 's face gradually became a little blurry.

Nicola Clinton stuffed the check into his arms and walked out without saying anything. Amelia Wytte followed him immediately, fearing that he would regret it again.

In the elevator, she squeezed in the corner and barely supported herself with the help of the wall.

Nicola Clinton glanced at her. Her face was flushed and her eyes were blurred. It was obvious that she had been drugged.

If he was late, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He had made up his mind to make Amelia Wytte suffer, but as soon as she left, he was inexplicably irritable. In the end, he came up.

After thinking it over, he attributed it to Bill Clinton .

Bill didn't like it if she was dirty.

"HMM..." the sudden moan made Nicola Clinton frown.

Before he could move, the woman had leaned on his shoulder and put her soft arms around his neck.

Her red lips were slightly open. As soon as she turned her head, his lips were about to touch hers

The atmosphere in the elevator suddenly became depressing. Nicola Clinton looked down at the quivering eyelashes of Amelia Wytte, and his throat tightened.

"Fuck off!" His voice was hoarse.

Amelia Wytte, who had lost her mind, could not tell his emotions. She only felt that his body was cool with a good smell of sandalwood, and hugged him more tightly.

"It's so comfortable, so comfortable..." she narrowed her eyes and whispered.

Nicola Clinton 's eyes darkened with desire.

"Ding." Suddenly, the elevator door opened. The people outside saw Nicola Clinton 's face as black as the bottom of a pan. They swallowed and quickly moved aside.

Nicola Clinton 's face darkened. He bent down and lifted her up.

The driver was already waiting outside. He was shocked to see such a situation. He quickly opened the door and did not dare to look at the two people.

The car disappeared quickly like an arrow from the string. They didn't notice that not far away, another man was watching what had just happened with a frown.

The window was closed. Amelia Wytte felt so hot that she began to tear her clothes unconsciously.

"It's so hot..." she said in a seductive voice.

As he moved his body, the faint fragrance of his hair also rushed into the man's nose. His eyes narrowed and his throat was dry.

"Drive faster!" He ordered in a low voice.

The driver answered "yes" and stepped on the accelerator. The distance of more than 40 minutes normally shortened by ten minutes today.

He bent down and carried Amelia Wytte out of the car. She immediately clung to him like an octopus.

Hearing the noise in the living room, Noah rushed over and saw this scene. She was so shocked that her chin almost dropped. A strange look flashed in her eyes. She quickly walked two steps forward and asked, "you're back. What's wrong with her?"

Nicola Clinton glanced at her, but didn't answer. He strode to take her back to her room, put her in the bathtub, turned on the shower head, and ordered, "go get some ice."

"Ah... Yes, yes, I'm going now!" Noah answered in a hurry and walked out of the room,.

As the cold water poured down, the burning feeling in Amelia Wytte city disappeared a lot, but the moans continued.

Nicola Clinton 's body tensed, and he recalled that night in the night club, Amelia Wytte was wearing a mask and flirting on the stage.

This woman was obviously a bitch by nature. How could he react to this? It was ridiculous!

He snorted and turned to go out. Amelia Wytte was so weak that she loosened her grip on the edge of the bathtub and was about to fall into it.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Nicola Clinton pulled her into his arms. He could still feel the heat from her body through the thin cloth.

Amelia Wytte held him tightly and didn't want to let him go.

"Ice, ice..." in a hurry, Noah rushed in from the outside and saw the scene in front of her. She immediately stopped.

"Pour it in." Nicola Clinton said coldly.

His tone of command was unquestionable.

Noah nodded and poured a large basin of ice into it

Amelia Wytte shivered with cold and loosened her grip. Nicola Clinton stood up quickly and wiped the place touched by her with disgust, saying, "no matter what, let her wake up and go to the study to see me."

"Yes, sir." Noah agreed in surprise, watching the tall and straight figure of the man gradually disappear in front of her.

With a bang, the door was closed, and there were only the two of them in the room.

Amelia Wytte's cheeks were still strangely red. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell what had happened at a glance.

However, what she cared about the most was the relationship between the former lady of the Wytte family and Nicola Clinton .

She heard that Nicola Clinton had sent her to accompany guests in heaven and earth. Why did he bring back Amelia Wytte, who has been drugged?

She smiled and added a lot of ice into it.

The effect of the drug faded away quickly, and Amelia Wytte had a fever as expected.

Knowing that Nicola Clinton was still waiting in the study, she had to bear the pain and knocked on the door.

"Come in." It was Nicola Clinton 's voice.

Amelia Wytte tightened her clothes and pushed the door in.

It was late at night. Nicola Clinton was sitting at his desk in grey household clothes. The warm yellow light sprinkled over his head, making him look gentle.

However, when his four eyes met, the coldness in his eyes did not decrease at all.

"Mr. Clinton ." Amelia Wytte said in a hoarse voice, biting her dry lips.

"Good. You are still alive." Nicola Clinton sneered.

Amelia Wytte was slightly stunned, and then replied, "Mr. Clinton , are you reluctant to let me die?"

"Isn't it too easy for you to die like this? Amelia Wytte, you can't die so easily unless I want." Nicola Clinton narrowed his eyes and smiled, but his words were full of hatred for her.

"I see. Don't worry. Before I find out the truth of Bill 's death, I won't die easily even if you want." She laughed at herself.

Nicola Clinton 's face changed. Before she could react, a tall figure rushed up and directly grabbed her chin. "You are just a murderer. Why do you talk about the truth in front of me?"

"I'm not the murderer. Nicola Clinton , don't you love Bill the most? It's been three years, three whole years. Haven't you investigated the past again?" Amelia Wytte looked at him with burning eyes.

But Nicola Clinton 's answer was the same as before. He insisted that she was the one who killed Bill Clinton .

She no longer tried to defend herself. She just looked at him with a smile, which annoyed Nicola Clinton .

"What are you laughing at?"

"Of course I'm laughing at your stupidity. In fact, you have also suffered a lot over the years, haven't you?" Amelia Wytte chuckled and replied in a low voice.

His tone sounded like pity for him.

Nicola Clinton 's face was gloomy and terrible, and the pressure in the huge study instantly dropped, making people almost out of breath.

Amelia Wytte didn't seem to feel it, but still said in the same tone, "for so many years, you have always hoped that Laura Kent can forgive you. But for the whole three years, she didn't even allow you to appear on the anniversary of Bill 's death. Nicola Clinton , do you feel uncomfortable? I was in prison for a few years, ."

She choked with sobs, trying to hold back her tears. Her throat was dry, and at the same time, she felt a little dizzy.

Nicola Clinton ' face was divided into several parts in front of her, including his raised palm.

She lifted the corner of her mouth, and her pale lips were slightly open. Before she could say anything, her body softened and she fell to the side.

Seeing her fall to the ground, Nicola Clinton ordered Uncle Mark to call a private doctor here with a straight face.

Tonight, everyone in Clinton family was doomed not to sleep.

Danver looked at the haggard Amelia Wytte on the bed, and then looked at Nicola Clinton , and sighed.