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.

never realized how helpless he really was. It

soon," Maggie explained kindly. "You

Sinclair, they just want to do their job well. They're afraid of slacking off and taking Mrs. Sinclair's money for nothing," she continued. "If you think they've

has a client sent us back. We can't be dismissed on day one, Mr. Sinclair.

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

spoke with a kind of

to think this way, clearly we haven't been considerate enough. But don't worry,

carry Mr. Sinclair to bed. I'll give him a

"Okay, Tom."

sack and headed for the bedroom, Tom following

specific instruc s. amuel could be handled however roughly

honeyed

Samuel on the bed, he

but Evan grabbed his

Tom give you a good massage,"

proper massage, you can't be wearing clothes. We need to apply essential oils," Tom said as he pulled out a sketchy-looking

Samuel could shout, Tom slapped his

We're helping you relax

affection for you, we're waiving the fee. It's our

Get out! Get out!" Samuel struggled while yelling, but

a grown man. Yelling like that makes it sound like

massage. Don't moan like that-it gives others the wrong impression." "Let go of me! Let me go!" Samuel shouted

annoyed. "Evan,

"Yes, Tom."

his

completely

continued massaging Samuel's