After cing the half-naked Samuel on the couch, Tom Ridley and Evan rke looked at him with excessive concern.


    "Mr. Sinir, if you ever need to use the bathroom, just let us know. One of us will carry you there," Tom said sincerely.


    "My pants. Where are my pants?" Samuel''s face flushed red. "You two—I''m firing you. You''re both fired!"


    "That won''t do," Tom replied with an innocent look on his face. "Mr. Sinir, we were hired by Mrs. Sinir to take care of you. You don''t have the right to dismiss us."


    "Maggie, get out here!" Samuel gave up reasoning with them and shouted for Maggie, who had her back to him.


    "Mr. Sinir, your bottom half is exposed! I can''t look at you," Maggie said pitifully. "Mr. Sinir, you injured your legs, not your hands. Can''t you put your pants on yourself?"


    "Oh, so you wanted to put your pants on!" Tom snapped his fingers in mock realization. "Mr. Sinir, you should''ve said so earlier. I''ll help you put them on."


    "Evan, hold Mr. Sinir down. I''ll dress him."


    "Got it, Tom."


    Evan effortlessly lifted Samuel with one arm while Tom grabbed Samuel''s pants and put them on for him.


    "Mr. Sinir, your willy''s looking a bit underwhelming. Would you like us to rmend a specialist for that?"


    Tom said this while ncing at Samuel''s private region.


    Maggie, still with her back turned, burst into silentughter, her shoulders shaking. She had hired the two of them exactly because they were aggravating, big-built men who no average guy could fight off. Even if someone got angry, they would just have to suck it up.


    "Maggie, call Sierra right now and tell her to fire these two! I don''t want them!" Samuel''s face went from scarlet to pale, then red again. No man could tolerate being told his asset was underwhelming.


    And now that he was injured, he couldn''t even chase them out. He couldn''t stand up properly while these two were lifting him around like a chick.


    He had never realized how helpless he really was. It was utterly humiliating.


    "Mr. Sinir, they were hired by Mrs. Sinir. She only wants the best for you and hopes you''ll recover soon," Maggie exined kindly. "You said you want to reconcile with Mrs. Sinir, didn''t you? But you''re not even epting her care. That''ll only hurt her."


    "Mr. Sinir, they just want to do their job well. They''re afraid of cking off and taking Mrs. Sinir''s money for nothing," she continued. "If you think they''ve done something wrong, just tell them directly. They''ll listen and improve."


    "Exactly." The two caretakers nodded in unison. Tom began, "We''re known as top- tier caregivers. Not once has a client sent us back. We can''t be dismissed on day one, Mr. Sinir. If word gets out, how are we supposed to stay in the caregiving business?"


    "Right. You can criticize us, but firing us? That''s off the table, Mr. Sinir," Evan added.


    Though they were just caregivers, they spoke with a kind of dominance that left Samuel with no room to argue.


    "For you to think this way, clearly we haven''t been considerate enough. But don''t worry, Mr. Sinir. From now on, we''ll take care of youpletely, around the clock.


    "Evan, carry Mr. Sinir to bed. I''ll give him a message."


    "Okay, Tom."


    Evan picked Samuel up like a sack and headed for the bedroom, Tom following closely behind.


    They had en given specific instruc s. amuel could be handled however roughly they pleased, as long as there was no proof left behind.


    If they couldn''t leave proof, then they would use honeyed words and iron hands. That was their specialty, after all.


    Once Evanid Samuel on the bed, he immediately started undressing him.


    Samuel tried to resist, but Evan grabbed his wrist and pinned him down.


    "Mr. Sinir, rx. Let Tom give you a good massage," Evan advised.


    "For a proper massage, you can''t be wearing clothes. We need to apply essential oils," Tom said as he pulled out a sketchy-looking bottle of ubeled oil, opened the cap, and flipped Samuel onto his stomach.


    Before Samuel could shout, Tom pped his back.


    "Mr. Sinir, please be cooperative. We''re helping you rx your muscles to recover faster.


    "We usually charge extra for massages, but seeing Mrs. Sinir''s deep affection for you, we''re waiving the fee. It''s our way of honoring that love."


    "I don''t want your massage! Get out! Get out!" Samuel struggled while yelling, but the more he fought, the harder Tom pressed down on him.


    "Don''t scream like that. Mr. Sinir, you''re a grown man. Yelling like that makes it sound like we''re viting you.


    "It''s just a massage. Don''t moan like that-it gives others the wrong impression." "Let go of me! Let me go!" Samuel shouted even louder now.


    Tom was annoyed. "Evan, shut him up."


    "Yes, Tom."


    Evan stepped forward and mped his hand over Samuel''s mouth. Samuel could


    only whimper now,pletely unable to cry out.


    Tom continued massaging Samuel''s back with intense force.


    "Mr. Sinir, your skin is in bad shape. See all these little bumps? You need some body lotion.


    "Don''t worry. Since your legs are out ofmission, we''ll handle your skincare daily," Tom said.


    "And we''ll prepare your meals for you too. Maggie can just handle the cleaning," Evan added.


    "She''s a woman, after all, and certainly not suitable for caregiving. Especially since you need a special diet. She''s not a certified nutritionist either. What does she know?" Tom said.


    Samuel whimpered but was unable to utter a single word, much less break free. His strength was no match for them.


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    Maggie stood at the door, filming the whole thing with her phone.


    Once done, she sent the video to Sierra.


    Maggie: "Ms. Remington, do you think they''re doing a good job?"


    Sierra: "Yes. Very good. Tell them to keep it up."


    Maggie: "Of course, Ms. Remington. I''ll pass the message along."


    Sierra: "Tell them not to cover Samuel''s mouth. I want to hear him scream.


    Maggie: "Yes, Ms. Remington."


    Obediently, Maggie stepped into the room.


    "Ms. Remington says to stop covering Mr. Sinir''s mouth."


    "Okay, Maggie." Evan immediately removed his hand.


    Almost instantly, Samuel let out a wail so loud and dramatic, it could''ve shattered


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