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.

how helpless he really was. It was utterly

you'll recover soon," Maggie explained kindly. "You said you want to reconcile with Mrs. Sinclair, didn't you? But you're not even accepting her

and taking Mrs. Sinclair's money for nothing," she continued. "If you think they've done something

client sent us back. We can't be dismissed on day one, Mr. Sinclair. If word gets out, how are we supposed to stay in the caregiving

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

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

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

bed. I'll give him a

"Okay, Tom."

a sack and headed for the bedroom, Tom following closely

specific instruc s. amuel could be handled however roughly they pleased, as long as there was no proof

leave proof, then they would use honeyed words and iron hands. That

the bed, he

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

Sinclair, relax. Let Tom give

essential oils," Tom said as he pulled out a sketchy-looking bottle

Samuel could shout, Tom

We're helping

usually charge extra for massages, but seeing Mrs. Sinclair's deep affection for you, we're waiving

your massage! Get out! Get out!" Samuel struggled while yelling, but the more he fought, the harder Tom pressed down

a grown man. Yelling like that makes it

wrong impression."

annoyed. "Evan, shut him

"Yes, Tom."

and clamped his hand over Samuel's mouth. Samuel

completely unable to

continued massaging Samuel's back with intense