After that, rumors about Nicola Clinton had been replaced by gossip about popular female stars.
But the Clinton Group seemed to be affected a little. In the past week, Nicola Clinto was too busy to go back home, which made Amelia Wytte breathe a sigh of relief.
But Uncle Mark suddenly came to her early in the morning.
"What's the matter?" Amelia Wytte asked in confusion.
"Sir asked you to go to the airport with the driver to pick up someone." Uncle Mark said in a businesslike tone.
Amelia Wytte had been used to his attitude, but
"Let me pick someone up at the airport?"
Was it because Laura Kent was back that Nicola Clinton asked her to pick her up?
"Yes. There's still an hour before the plane landed. Pack up and set off." Uncle Mark nodded and left directly.
Amelia Wytte had no choice but to change her clothes and follow the driver to the airport in the east of the city.
It was the morning rush hour and there was a heavy traffic jam on the road. When they arrived at the designated position, a woman in a black skirt was already waiting impatiently.
The driver seemed to have seen her. He walked up to her and said respectfully, "Mrs. Kent , I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. There's a traffic jam on the road."
"It doesn't matter. But Nicola didn't come?" The woman shook her head and called Nicola Clinton in an intimate way.
Amelia Wytte stood not far away and looked at each other carefully. The standard oval face, delicate facial features, well proportioned figure, and every movement showed elegance.
She wondered which rich daughter she should be.
But why didn't she remember at all?
"Yes, Mr. Clinton is busy with the company's Affairs recently. He specially asked us to pick you up." The driver nodded and pulled Amelia Wytte over.
Then she said, "Mrs. Kent , let's go."
"Okay."Elene Kent nodded and looked at Amelia Wytte, who was also dressed in white.
After a while, she looked away and smiled.
After helping her carry the luggage into the car, Amelia Wytte went to the passenger seat subconsciously, but was pulled back by Elene Kent.
"Let's sit in the back seat. I'm bored all the way." She pouted and looked pretty.
Before Amelia Wytte could refuse, she had already pulled her into the back seat. She could only sit obediently and try to keep a distance from her.
However, Elena Kent kept getting close to her and started the topic, "you must be a new servant. I haven't seen you in the Clinton family ."
"Yes." Amelia Wytte nodded and said calmly.
With her chin in her hand, Elena Kent said, "but why do I feel that you look familiar? Do we know each other?"
"I'm just a servant. How could I know Mrs. Kent ? You must have mistaken me for someone else."
"Maybe." Echoed Elena. She breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the seat and closed her eyes for rest.
Amelia Wytte breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look out of the window, feeling suffering.
When the car finally arrived at the villa, she got off in a hurry and followed Elene.
Nicola Clinton , who had been busy in the company, now appeared in the living room.
As soon as she saw him, Elene threw herself into his arms.
"Nicola , you're back!" Said Elena in a gentle tone and looked at him affectionately.
"How can I not come back when my future wife comes?" Nicola Clinton smiled, looking extremely gentle.
Hearing this, Amelia Wytte, who had just arrived at the door, stopped. Bitterness instantly spread in her heart.
She had wondered why she was involved in the matter of picking up someone. It turned out that the woman in front of her was the future hostess of the Clinton family .
Well, he came back specially just to show off their love in front of her. He tortured her more and more.
"Well, you didn't come to pick me up. By the way, I like this new maid very much. Let her serve me specially, okay?" Said Elena coquettishly, rolling her eyes at him.
Nicola Clinton nodded and agreed without hesitation
Amelia Wytte stood aside and had no right to refuse.
"I know you are the best to me." With a satisfied look on her face, Elena said, "I've been on the plane for the whole night. I feel terrible. I'll take a shower first. Wait for me for a while."
"Okay." Nicola Clinton said in a spoiled tone. When he turned to Amelia Wytte, his eyes were full of disgust. "Follow them and serve them!"
"Yes, sir." Amelia Wytte nodded and followed them quickly.
Nicola Clinton had already asked someone to clean up Elena's room, which was next to Nicola Clinton 's.
The pink and warm decoration showed how much Nicola Clinton cared about her.
"Close the door." Nicola sat on the sofa and ordered.
Amelia Wytte followed suit.
With her legs crossed, Elena looked at her leisurely and said, "I remember that you are the eldest daughter of the Wytte family Amelia Wytte, right?"
"Yes, it's me. But now I'm just a servant of the Clinton family . If you have any orders, just tell me." Amelia Wytte looked down and said calmly.
Elena Kent raised her eyebrows and said, "how dare I? After all, you are the wife of Bill Clinton . Although Bill is dead, I can't make him sad, right?"
Amelia Wytte pressed her lips and didn't answer her.
She always felt that what Elena said was not kind.
As expected--
"But I've heard about your feelings for Nicola . Now I'm his fiancee. You'd better not have any evil thoughts. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."
There was a hint of warning in her words.
"I know. Madam wants to take a shower, right? I'm going to prepare the bath water for you."
Then she walked into the bathroom.
Looking at her obedient look, Elena was satisfied and smoothed her hair in front of her shoulders. She didn't think she was a threat.
She put some hot water in the bathtub and added some petals before she left.
"You are so tolerant." There was a sudden sneer behind her.
Amelia Wytte turned around and saw Noah leaning against the wall, like an onlooker.
She ignored her and was about to go downstairs.
However, Noah was trying to find fault with her and wanted to pull her.
Amelia Wytte frowned and turned sideways before her. On the contrary, Noah lost her balance and fell down the stairs directly.
Her exclamation immediately invited all the people in the villa, including Nicola Clinton .
"What happened?" The man stood at the stairway and looked down at the two.
"I..."
"I said something wrong by accident and made Miss Whytte angry, so... I deserve it. Sir, I'm sorry." As soon as Amelia Wytte opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Noah in a hurry.
Enduring the pain, she got up from the ground and glanced at Amelia Wytte timidly.
The play was so perfect.