The Return of the Disguised Princess

Chapter 262

Chapter 262 Suffering

Looking at her twisted and pained expression, Lamont felt more anger than anything else.

“I warned you not to lay a hand on my woman. You’d be wise not to test my patience, or else I may not be able to restrain myself from taking your life.”

Revenge? In his heart, had he already become a murderer?

Leila suddenly found herself ridiculously hopeful, hoping that the man before her could see her pain and have a

moment of softness.

She forced a bitter smile, terrifyingly calm.

“What are you laughing at?”

Lamont’s grip on her tightened.

Leila was nearly unable to breathe, her eyes wide and fixed on Lamont’s handsome face.

Only then Lamont regained some of his senses, revealing an impatient expression. He grabbed Leila by the neck and

threw her hard to the side.

Leila fell directly to the ground, her arm hitting the corner of the table.

“Don’t overestimate yourself! As long as Amelie’s safety is at stake, don’t even consider trying to escape.”

Lamont said, turning around and leaving the room.

A few of his men then appeared and took Leila away.

She was taken to the familiar entrance of the villa, but this time she wasn’t free. Instead, she was locked in a room in

the basement.

Blackness devoured all her hope.

Leila curled up, her body cold.

“Feed her a meal and water every day, but don’t let her die.”

Lamont instructed, watching the surveillance footage with a cold tone and expressionless face.

The assistant was slightly taken aback.

“Yes, sir.”

“Mr. Byron, Miriam is here and waiting in the living room.”

A subordinate walked in and couldn’t help but glance at the screen on the wall.

“What is she here for?”

Lamont took a deep breath, trying to calm his raging emotions.

“I don’t know, sir.”

The subordinate replied timidly, afraid to say the wrong thing.

Miriam was sitting on the leather sofa in the living room, feeling anxious.

When she heard that Leila had escaped, she immediately contacted Lamont, but she didn’t expect him to bring Leila

back.

At this moment, there were footsteps coming from behind her.

Miriam quickly stood up and looked at Lamont, who was walking towards her.

“Mr. Byron,” she said.

“What is it?”

His cold tone dampened Miriam’s enthusiasm.

“I heard that you brought Leila back. Mr. Byron, you can’t let her get away with this. She boldly told me in the hospital that this was all her plan, just to win your affection…”

Miriam continued to embellish her story, pretending to be pitiful.

“Did she really say that?”

Lamont’s anger flared up, his eyes glinting dangerously.

“Yes, she did. And, in fact, the trouble that Ms. Mullen is facing right now is also her doing. Mr. Byron, why don’t

you…”

Before Miriam could finish her sentence Lamont turned and left.

“You don’t have to worry about this anymore.”

After that, he left without saying another word.

Miriam watched helplessly as the man she loved disappeared from her sight.

For some reason, she was feeling very anxious now.

Logically, she should have been pleased to have lost an enemy and been one step closer to Lamont. However, she felt

more panicked than anything.

After a while, she decided to go down to the basement to see Leila one more time.

“Miriam, you can’t go in without Mr. Byron’s orders.”

“It was Mr. Byron who told me to go in. I wanted to check on her condition and see if she could give me any

information. As his assistant, I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Miriam spoke earnestly, and it was convincing.

“Really?”

“You’d better not waste time how. It’s already late, and Mr. Byron is waiting for news.” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The subordinate finally stepped aside.

Miriam breathed a sigh of relief and hurried down to the basement.

She walked for a long time along the dim light before finally finding the room where Leila was locked up.

It was pitch black inside, and very scary.

Miriam was shocked by the sight before her.

She never thought that Lamont could be so ruthless.

“Who? Who’s here?”

Leila asked softly in the darkness.

She had been tormented in this dark basement, and her men tal state was beginning to deteriorate.

“It’s me. I’m here to see you die.”

Miriam was blunt, walking up to her.

“You’re quite amusing. I thought you’d be more resilient, perhaps seeking revenge on Amelie before making an escape. I never expected you to try and run away. You really disappoint me.”

“Miriam! You (bit ch)! Do you believe that you can have Lamont just because you defeated me? You’re mistaken. In Lamont’s eyes, you’re just an assistant. I suggest you not to toy with fire.”

Leila laughed heartily, losing her composure.

“You!”

Although Miriam was angry, she remained calm after hearing Leila’s words.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’ve done? Although Lamont may not know, I do. You’ve hurt the people around Amelie and caused them to panic. You’re the most terrifying one.”

Miriam laughed and leaned in close to Leila.

“The only way out for you now is to work with me. Otherwise, you’ll be stuck in this dark basement forever…”

Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder outside, and it began to rain.

Amelie stood by the window, watching the pouring rain with mixed emotions.

Belen got up to use the bathroom and found Amelie still awake.

“Amelie, why aren’t you sleeping yet?”

Belen walked up worriedly.

“Nothing. I just can’t sleep.”

She had glanced at the news on Twitter when she went to bed.

There were still many people criticizing her, and she had wanted to avoid it, but she couldn’t resist.

Now, she could only endure it.

“Amelie, are you still worried about the unpleasant things? Mr. Byron and Mr. Mullen have already taken action, so it should be resolved soon. Don’t worry, I will be with you no matter what happens. I am your assistant.”

Belen comforted her.

Amelie held back her tears and turned to look at her gently.

“Thank you, I’m fine.”

Amelie said with a smile.

It was now late at night and a phone ringing startled them.

The phone, placed on the table, kept flashing.

“Amelie, at this time, who could it be calling?”

Belen asked anxiously.

Amelie shook her head and walked over.

The phone showed an unknown number.

Amelie was a bit flustered but still picked up the phone. Just as she was about to answer the call, there was a knock on the door, which startled her, and she almost dropped the phone.