The Billionaire’s Unexpected Treasure

“Get up and go clean Blair’s room.” Clayton said in a cold voice.

Flora had just been thrown against the wall by Clayton and knocked dizzy, and it took her a while to stand up holding the wall, tilting her head and saying. “Who cares? I’m not her maid.”

“Fine,” Clayton sneered, “then you can wait until you say goodbye to Theo in the morning. Going to Africa as a doctor without borders seems like a good option.”

“You!” Flora stared angrily at Clayton, knowing that he was true to his word, and had to hold her tongue as she turned and walked upstairs.

The room was neat and tidy and Flora knew that Clayton was deliberately trying to embarrass herself.

Five minutes later she came downstairs, suppressing her anger and said. “It’s all cleaned up.”

“I’ll go rest then.” Blair said to Clayton in a soft voice.

Yet the voice didn’t seem to have the same magic it had three years ago, and it didn’t move him as much.

He raised his hand and patted Blair’s head, saying. “Get some rest.”

Blair gave a notsosubtle smile as she passed by Flora.

Flora only felt exhaustion and a vague pain in her forehead. She had just been thrown into the corner by Clayton and knocked against the wine cooler.

She also turned around to go upstairs, but Clayton pulled her back.

“Doing what again?” Flora turned back to look at him angrily.

Clayton unceremoniously pinned her down on the couch, turned to get the medical kit, and pressed a sterile cotton ball to her forehead with tweezers. He didn’t know why he felt such an urge.

Flora was in a trance for a moment, and then she opened his hand and sneered. “Mr Ward, what’s this nonsense? Please don’t play with me, I can’t afford it!”

After saying that, Flora struggled to get up.

“Sit down, don’t move.” Clayton pressed Flora back to the bed with one hand, his tone was irrefutable and firm.

He gently placed a bandaid on Flora’s forehead, and then heard Blair’s harsh cry from upstairs.

Clayton’s face was solemn, and he rushed upstairs in three steps.

Flora smiled bitterly and touched the bandaid on her forehead, which still seemed to have the man’s temperature on it.

“Flora, get your ass up here!” Clayton yelled from upstairs.

Removing the meaningless bandaid with his hand, Flora strides upstairs. Some of the wounds had already festered and pussed, not a small bandaid can cure?

In the room, Blair was cowering in Clayton’s arms, and when she saw Flora, she cried. “Flora, you know I’m afraid of mice, why do you want to scare me? If you don’t want to clean my room, you can say so, why do you want to scare me!”

Flora is not sure, the next second a mouse carcass flew towards her, impartially hit her hand, and landed on the ground.

The furry touch made Flora’s face pale and she took a step back, her scream hard in her throat.

“Did you do that?” Clayton’s grim gaze swept over, his tone unkind.

Flora has not yet slowed down from the fear of the just, lips shivered said . “No … it wasn’t me …”

“Who else could it be but you? Only you have entered this room. Wouldn’t the rat’s body come to the bed by itself?” Blair cried pearly tears, but her tone was aggressive.

“I said, it has nothing to do with me, think what you want.” Flora regained her composure, but the bad chill in her heart had not yet been dispelled, and she dared not look down at the dead mouse at her feet.

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“Apologize!” Clayton said to Flora in a cold voice.