The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming

Chapter 711

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

"Mr. Sinclair, 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. Sinclair, we were hired by Mrs. Sinclair 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. Sinclair, your bottom half is exposed! I can't look at you," Maggie said pitifully. "Mr. Sinclair, 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. Sinclair, you should've said so earlier. I'll help you put them on."

"Evan, hold Mr. Sinclair 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. Sinclair, your willy's looking a bit underwhelming. Would you like us to recommend a specialist for that?"

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

Maggie, still with her back turned, burst into silent laughter, 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.

helpless he really was. It

She only wants the best for you and hopes you'll recover soon," Maggie explained kindly. "You said you want to reconcile with Mrs. Sinclair, didn't you? But you're

job well. They're afraid of slacking off and taking Mrs. Sinclair's money for nothing," she continued. "If you think they've done something wrong, just tell

us back. We

You can criticize us, but firing us? That's off the

were just caregivers, they spoke with a kind of dominance that left

But don't worry, Mr. Sinclair. From now on, we'll

bed. I'll give

"Okay, Tom."

up like a sack and headed for the bedroom, Tom following

instruc s. amuel could be handled however roughly they

use honeyed words and iron hands. That was their specialty, after

laid Samuel on the bed,

resist, but Evan grabbed his

Let Tom give you a good massage,"

Tom said as he pulled out a sketchy-looking bottle

could shout,

please be cooperative. We're helping you relax your muscles

extra for massages, but seeing Mrs. Sinclair's deep affection for you, we're waiving the fee. It's

want your massage! Get out! Get out!" Samuel struggled while yelling, but the more

a grown man. Yelling like that makes it

wrong impression." "Let go of me! Let me go!" Samuel shouted

was annoyed. "Evan,

"Yes, Tom."

his hand over

now, completely unable to

Samuel's back with intense