Mistakenly Love You To The Bones

Not long after she came to the study, Uncle Mark knocked on the door and came in.

“Master , I have found out what you asked me to investigate in the cake shop.”

He put all the sorted documents and photos in front of Nicola Clinton ‘s desk and explained, “I’ve checked the surveillance video of the cake shop, but I didn’t find anything wrong. It’s just that there was something wrong with the surveillance video before our people went to take the cake.”

Something wrong?

Nicola Clinton raised his head and looked at him coldly.

He didn’t believe that the surveillance video would have such a problem at such a coincidental time, or someone like him didn’t believe in coincidence at all. The so-called coincidence was most likely a premeditation.

So what happened today…

He opened the file in front of him and turned it casually. Suddenly, he stopped on a page and pointed at the photo on it. “What is this?”

Uncle Mark looked over and said, “this is before our people go to take the cake. There is a maid at home who is also shopping there. Her name seems to be…”

“Noah?”

Uncle Mark wondered why Nicola Clinton remembered the name of a maid, but he nodded honestly and said, “yes.”

Staring at the photo under his finger, Nicola Clinton began to think about something.

The photos were scenes of the video surveillance of the cake shop.

At that time, the cake had been finished. The owner of the cake was sitting in the counter with his chin propped up, waiting for Nicola Clinton to send someone to take it. Coincidentally, the candles that had been prepared were also placed on the counter.

And the one called Noah…

The maid who just walked out of the two small rooms happened to appear in the cake shop when the video surveillance of the cake shop was wrong.

He tapped the table with his index finger for a long time without saying anything.

Uncle Mark didn’t say anything.

Having followed Nicola Clinton for so many years, he knew Nicola Clinton ‘s habit. Every time he was like this , he was thinking.

“Uncle Mark .” After a long time, Nicola Clinton ‘s slightly low voice came out again.

Uncle Mark immediately raised his head and said, “Master , what can I do for you?”

“Arrange it. I have to go to the cemetery this weekend.” He paused for a while and finally added, “take Elena with you, but you don’t have to tell her in advance for the time being.”

Uncle Mark suppressed the doubts in his heart and nodded slowly, “yes.”

Then he turned around and left the study.

When she reached the door of the study and was about to cross the threshold, she stopped for a moment.

He suddenly remembered what he had seen when he passed by the restaurant.

Amelia Wytte covered her stomach with one hand and was cleaning the ground of the restaurant. She looked a little painful, with beans of sweat on her forehead. However, she gritted her teeth and did not make any sound.

Uncle Mark looked back at Nicola Clinton .

Nicola Clinton happened to look up at him and saw his hesitation. He put down his hand and asked, “what’s the problem?”

After a moment of silence, Uncle Mark shook his head and said, “it’s okay. I’m leaving now.”

Then he sighed quietly and left Nicola Clinton ‘s study slowly.

Well, he shouldn’t get involved in the young people’s affairs, and he shouldn’t care too much about Amelia Wytte.

He just hope that Master won’t regret what he has done today.

……

The next day.

The sound of knocking on the door came from outside before dawn.

Amelia Wytte kneaded her sober head and slowly stood up.

Before opening the door, he looked at his belly through the dressing mirror. The bruises on the place he bumped into last night had disappeared, but they looked more and more horrible.

She sighed slightly, pulled down her clothes, and stood up to open the door.

She saw a maid standing at the door, whom she was not familiar with.

“What’s the matter?” She asked softly and rubbed her slightly swollen head.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

It was already four o’clock in the morning when she finished cleaning the restaurant. She was woken up before she had a rest.

Her eyes were sore and her head was swollen. Most importantly, she felt pain all over her body.

The maid quickly glanced at Amelia Wytte, then lowered her head and said in a low voice, “Mr. Clinton asked you to pack up and go to the company with him quickly.”

To the company?

Amelia Wytte hesitated for a moment and remembered what Nicola Clinton had said yesterday.

So he was not kidding at all. He really wanted her to be his assistant in the company.

Thinking of this, she felt a headache, but when she looked at the maid’s eyes, Amelia Wytte finally swallowed the words that were about to reach her mouth, and slowly nodded. “Okay, I’ll be there soon.”

The maid breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, turned around and left.

After returning to her room, Amelia Wytte sat on the bed in a daze for a while, still unable to figure out what Nicola Clinton wanted to do.

It was not until there was another knock on the door that Nicola Clinton impatiently urged her outside that she hurriedly found a suit of clothes from the wardrobe, changed it and splashed cold water on her face. She tried to sober herself up before turning around to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, she saw Nicola Clinton standing outside impatiently.

The man’s eyes fell on him, and a mocking smile appeared on his face. “Is this your attitude when you do things, or is it the way the Wytte family taught you?”

Amelia Wytte didn’t want him to involve her family. She frowned and asked, “what’s wrong with me?”

“Are you going to be my assistant or our company’s cleaner?”

Amelia Wytte was stunned and then looked down at herself. When she found her clothes, she looked a little annoyed.

She had been a maid in the Clinton family for such a long time, and she really didn’t care about her own image. It was obviously not good to go out now.

Amelia Wytte bit her lips, and Nicola Clinton ‘s voice sounded above her head, “go and change it, or do you want to disgrace your own family or our Clinton family ?”

She pinched her palm hard, turned around and went back to her room, slamming the door as if venting her anger.

After a while, she finally changed her clothes.

When he came out, Nicola Clinton looked at her up and down for a while, with a mocking expression on his face. But after he looked away, he only sneered and said nothing more.

Amelia Wytte breathed a sigh of relief and finally opened her hand.

She had passed the test for the time being.

He didn’t sneer at her.