The sound of "clap" was particularly harsh in the small space.
Covering her hot face, Noah looked at her in disbelief, "how dare you hit me!"
"I've told you that I'm not a murderer. Watch your mouth. Otherwise, it won't be as simple as a slap next time." Amelia Wytte held her trembling hand tightly and warned her.
"You!" With her eyes wide open, she was too angry to say a complete sentence.
Previously, when she saw that Amelia Wytte was weak, she didn't expect that when she lost her temper, she would have the shadow of Nicola Clinton , which was so cold and frightening.
Amelia Wytte shouted harshly, "get out."
"Humph, let's see how long you can be proud!" Covering her face, Noah rushed out of the door angrily.
The door was closed, and there was only one person left in the room, Amelia Wytte. She took off her vigilance and anger, collapsed on the bed, pulled the thin quilt and covered her body tightly.
Feeling tired, she only felt her eyelids heavy and then fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was already in the evening.
After a sleep, she felt much better. After washing up, she changed into clean clothes and went to the backyard to work.
As soon as she arrived at the door, she heard people talking behind her.
"This woman is so amazing. She climbed into Mr. Clinton 's bed only a few days after she arrived at the Clinton family . Now there is such news outside."
"What? I think 80% of them were having an affair with that man outside and were caught by Mr. Clinton . Didn't you see that Mr. Hawk was going to eat people when he came back?"
……
Were they talking about her?
Amelia Wytte frowned . When she was about to make it clear, she turned her head and found that the servants who had discussed just now had dispersed .
After thinking for a while, she took out her phone and opened the news page.
Her name was written on it.
"The former daughter of a rich family has became a prostitute, and she has a means of dating two men at the same time."
Amelia Wytte quickly pulled down the page, and the supporting picture was the scene that she was carried back to the villa by Eden Hawk .
And how she looked when she came back to the Clinton family in the morning with disheveled clothes.
Just a few pictures had already caused a sensation in the comments below, let alone the contents of the article.
"Amelia Wytte, sir asked you to go to the study." Suddenly, the voice of Uncle Mark came from behind.
She turned around and nodded, "Okay, I'll go now."
Without saying a word, Uncle Mark turned around and left.
Amelia Wytte picked up her phone and guessed that the news must have something to do with Nicola Clinton .
Taking a deep breath, she went upstairs and appeared in the study.
Nicola Clinton leaned against the chair, glanced at her indifferently, and sneered, "you've stayed in the room for a whole day, and you still regard yourself as a daughter from a rich family, waiting for someone to serve you?"
"No. Mr. Clinton asked me to come here not just to mock me, right?" Amelia Wytte shook her head and said calmly.
Nicola Clinton sneered and threw a stack of photos in front of her. "Have a look."
The photos were scattered on the ground. Amelia Wytte picked them up and looked at them. They were the supporting pictures on the news. H
"Have you bought the photos back?" She frowned and asked.
"Don't you want to let these things ruin the reputation of our Clinton family ? Amelia Wytte, don't you have anything to say?" The man looked at her inquisitively.
Amelia Wytte didn't understand, "it's just some gossip. It's something out of thin air. What can I say?"
"Oh, but what did the people from the magazine say? The person who sent them the photos was signed with the name of Wytte. Wasn't it you?" Nicola Clinton raised his hand and loosened his sleeve. His casual tone had convicted her.
"I was in a coma yesterday. How did I know you would go to the Hawk family ? Do I still have the ability to predict?" Amelia Wytte raised her eyebrows and looked at him directly.
"Who knows if this is another plot of yours?" Nicola Clinton answered straightforwardly.
Amelia Wytte was amused to hear that.
She had been kneeling in the rain for a long time, and he asked the driver to look at her, forcing her to walk back.
She was weak, so she had a fever and passed out. But now it was her conspiracy?
"Nicola Clinton , you think too highly of me. Besides, why would I send such a thing to slander my innocence?" Amelia Wytte replied with a smile.
But the man still insisted on his own idea.
"Because what you want to stain is not yourself, but the whole Clinton family ," he snorted and said slowly, "now everyone knows that you have returned to the Clinton family , but you have stayed overnight in another man's house and come back with messy clothes."
"You are as imaginative as ever." Amelia Wytte smiled with self mockery and chose not to explain.
Anyway, no matter what she said, he would not believe it.
And in Nicola Clinton 's view, it was her acquiescence.
"These photos cost me five million. Tell me, how do you plan to compensate?"
"Five million?"
There were only a few photos, and the people of the periodical company were really good at doing business.
Since she was released from prison, the number in her card was less than fifty thousand, let alone five million.
This man was obviously using this to suppress her.
"The photos were not taken by me, and the rumors were not spread by me. Why should I compensate?" Amelia Wytte put the things back on the table, and then took two steps back to keep a distance from him.
"Amelia Wytte, I thought you were smart, but I didn't expect you to be as stupid as before. What do you think you can get from bargaining with me?" Nicola Clintonraised his eyebrows with mockery in his eyes.
Amelia Wytte pressed her lips and said nothing.
Regardless of her answer or not, Nicola Clinton continued, "from today on, all your payment will be used to pay off your debts. If nothing goes wrong, you will never be able to leave the Clinton family for the rest of your life."
Well, even without this, as long as Nicola Clinton was still alive, she could not escape.
"I see. If there is nothing else, can I leave now?" She looked calm.
Nicola Clinton didn't expect that.
If it was in the past, Amelia Wytte would have to fight for this unfair treatment.
Now she accepted it so easily.
With his pupils contracted, Nicola Clinton 's eyes darkened. Before he opened his mouth, Amelia Wytte bowed to him, turned around and left.
All of a sudden, he was the only one left in the room. The air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of Gardenia shampoo that was used in Amelia Wytte.
Nicola Clinton breathed a sigh of relief and frowned, inexplicably irritable.
It seemed that such a punishment was far from enough for Amelia Wytte.
"Amelia Wytte, I'd like to see how long you can persist!"
……
Amelia Wytte went straight to the backyard after leaving the study.
In the corner, the woman looked at her receding figure and smiled complacently.