“So you believe what they said? I arranged it?” Nic Clinton didn’t know what to say.


    On the one hand, she was angry with Laura Kent, but she yed the same trick again. On the other hand, she was angry that Amelia Wytte even believed it.


    Amelia Wytte raised her chin slightly and said with a little resistance, “or what?”


    “Not me,” he said in a low voice.


    When Amelia Wytte was about to retort, she turned her head and saw the expression on Nic Clinton’s face. She was stunned and finally held back the words that were about toe to her mouth.


    Nic Clinton, “I didn’t send people to do it. If I really want to do it, there is no need to be so roundabout. It’s the same as before. I didn’t ask you to do it in prison.”


    Amelia Wytte pursed her lips and stared at his side face without blinking.


    “Clean yourself up. I’ve just asked the doctor. You’re recovering well. Get ready to leave the hospital.”


    “Then where should I go?” Amelia Wytte did feel that she had recovered well. In fact, she didn’t want to stay in the hospital anymore. Now that Nic Clinton mentioned it, it would be the best.


    Nic Clinton took out her phone and called her assistant. She told him in a low voice and hung up the phone. Then she turned around and said, “don’t worry. It’s not me. I’ve arranged another vi for you. You can live there temporarily.”


    After a pause, she added, “you just need to rest there quietly. Don’t worry. I won’t restrict your freedom.”


    As Nic Clinton’s confidant’s assistant, she was in charge of the discharge formalities.


    The assistant sent the two of them to the vi under Nic Clinton’s name. When he was about to leave, Nic Clinton suddenly stopped him.


    “Your room is over there. Go and have a rest first,” said Nic Clinton, taking a look at Amelia Wytte.


    It seemed that there was something that she didn’t want to hear. Anyway, Amelia Wytte wasn’t interested in it, so she nodded and went back to her room with her belongings.


    When she was out of sight, Nic Clinton asked, “how’s the investigation about the car ident I asked you to investigate?”


    “Well…” the assistant’s face darkened. Under the gaze of Nic Clinton, she finally shook her head. “We haven’t gained anything yet. After all, it was a long time ago. It will take us a lot of time to investigate it.”


    Nic Clinton could understand that.


    “What about the people Eden Hawk is investigating? Have he found out anything?”


    “We haven’t found their whereabouts yet. It’s very strange. It seems that someone deliberately hides their whereabouts.”


    “The more you do so, the more it can prove that they must have something to do with the past. Keep investigating.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Nic Clinton didn’t respond.


    The assistant stood still and hesitated for a while. “About the kidnapping of Miss Wytte, please prepare for MRs. Kent…”


    At the mention of Laura Kent, a touch of disgust shed through Nic Clinton’s eyes.


    He had indulged his stepmother so much that he had be more and more ignorant of the current situation. He acted recklessly and even dared to kidnap people.


    “Don’t do anything for the time being,” Nic Clinton said, narrowing her eyes. “I know what I’m doing.”


    The assistant looked at his expression and immediately understood.


    Now it was still early to investigate the car ident of Bill Clinton. If Nic Clinton really found out that it had nothing to do with Amelia Wytte


    At the thought of this, the assistant couldn’t help but shiver. She shook her head and stopped thinking.


    In the evening, Amelia Wytte came out of her room, hungry. She thought there was no servant in the vi, so she took out her phone and was about to order a take out.


    When she just went downstairs and passed by the kitchen, she heard some noise from inside.


    She stopped and her expression became sharp.


    “Who is inside?”


    While walking warily towards the kitchen, she held her phone tightly.


    Since the kidnapping incidentst time, he had be a little fearful. Well, his nerves were almost weak to the extreme. He was always worried that there would be no one else, and he would repeat the previous things again.


    “It’s me,” said Nic Clinton  in the kitchen.


    Amelia Wytte breathed a sigh of relief and loosened her grip.


    He walked into the kitchen and saw Nic Clinton standing in front of the stove. He didn’t know what she was doing, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, “Why are you still here?”


    In fact, she was about to leave. But when she thought of what Laura Kent had done, Nic Clinton became more and more upset. At the thought that there were Nic Kent and family in the old house of the Clinton family, she became more and more reluctant to stay.


    But he didn’t n to tell Amelia Wytte, “this is my property. Can’t I stay here?”


    Amelia Wytte’s face darkened. She turned around and left. “You’re right. You can’t stay anywhere you want.”


    The atmosphere suddenly became cold, but Nic Clinton didn’t notice it.


    When he finished cleaning in the kitchen and came out with two bowls of boiled noodles, Amelia Wytte had ordered the take out with her mobile phone. She was sitting at the table and waiting for the takeout.


    “Eat it,” Nic Clinton put a bowl of noodles in front of Amelia Wytte. “You’re just in good health. Light food is better for yourself.”


    Amelia Wytte was stunned. “You… Did you do it?”


    “Is it you?”


    Hearing the sarcastic tone of Nic Clinton, she remembered what Nic Clinton had just said. She felt a little ufortable and said, “no, thanks. I’ve already ordered the take out.”Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    “Amelia Wytte!” Nic Clinton said impatiently.


    “What’s wrong with you again?”


    The two suddenly looked like a tit for tat. Amelia Wytte didn’t dodge. “What do you mean by that? I said I ordered takeout. Don’t you understand, [宋总]?”


    Nic Clinton was pissed off by her tone. She threw the bowl on the table and said, “do as you like. If you don’t want to eat, take it out and pour it out!”


    After saying that, she was so angry that she didn’t want to eat any more. She turned around and walked to the study.


    Looking at her back, Amelia Wytte said stubbornly, “fine!”


    But when she left, looking at the two steaming bowls of noodles, she finally sighed and cancelled the order. She picked up one bowl and ate it.


    It was not until now that she realized that Nic Clinton was such a good cook.


    After dinner, she hesitated for a while and took the other bowl of noodles to the door of the study. Looking at the closed door, she raised her hand and knocked on it. She put the bowl on the table beside, without waiting for the response of the people inside.