The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 712

Maggie had already started a quiet video call with Sierra. The camera was pointed straight at Samuel. His screams and contorted expressions were now clearly visibly on Sierra's screen.

A smile curled Sierra's lips as she spoke. "Maggie, I love that sound. Tell the caregivers to press harder. I want more screaming."

"Yes, Ms. Remington. I'll pass that along." Maggie smiled as she replied, "Would you like to keep watching, Ms, Remington?"

"No, that's enough." Sierra chuckled. "Next time, just send me a video."

"Understood, Ms. Remington."

Once the call ended, Maggie lowered her voice and relayed Sierra's instructions to Evan and Tom, then quietly left the room.

Samuel, preoccupied with screaming in agony, didn't hear a word of it.

Tom took Maggie's words to heart. His massage only grew more intense, and with it, Samuel's howls became more ear-splitting.

"Maggie, are we really sure this is okay?" Evan asked, growing slightly concerned as he listened to Samuel's screams echoed through the room. "Because honestly, anyone walking by is going to think we're committing murder in here."

"Relax. The soundproofing in Causeway Bay villas is top-notch," Maggie said confidently, giving her chest a light pat. "And besides, it's Causeway Bay—we're surrounded by rich people. If one of them was butchering a cow in their living room, no one would bat an eye."

"You're right. I was overthinking it."

"Stop! Please, stop! I'm begging you!"

Samuel couldn't take it anymore. He had started crying, pleading with them to stop.

"Mr. Sinclair, massages have to be completed properly to be effective."

Tom wasn't moved. He slapped Samuel's butt and started kneading his back again.

Now, Samuel felt not just pain, but also crushing humiliation. He struggled harder, but the burly men didn't care. Tom kept pressing him like he was pounding dough.

There was nothing relaxing about this massage. Samuel felt only torment to the point of collapse.

Only when his voice turned hoarse and his eyes rolled back in exhaustion did Tom finally stop.

Samuel had fainted from the pain.

"Maggie, Mr. Sinclair sure can sleep. He just knocked out like that. That's some quality rest."

Maggie nodded in agreement. "Right? Young people really can fall asleep anytime, anywhere.

"Go wash up. It's time for dinner."

"Yeah, sounds good."

Tom didn't even bother covering Samuel with a blanket. He and Evan left the room with Maggie.

The three of them enjoyed a delicious dinner. As for Samuel, they prepared soupy oats.

Tom had said confidently that he was a certified professional. Per his professional opinion, a patient in Samuel's condition could only consume soupy oats.

But since Samuel had passed out, he would have to eat later. As such, they left the pot warm for him.

"Later, tuck Mr. Sinclair in. It'd be best if one of you sleeps next to him and watches him closely," Maggie instructed.

"Mrs. Sinclair only has one goal. She wants Mr. Sinclair to ask for a divorce himself. But you can't actually make him lose his mind or ruin his health."

"Don't worry, Maggie!" Evan patted his chest. "We're pros. We've worked so many jobs before and never once been complained about."

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