Mistakenly Love You To The Bones

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.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

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.