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.”

is here and

walked in and couldn’t help but

is she

trying to calm his raging

“I don’t know, sir.”

afraid to say the wrong

sofa in the

had escaped, she immediately contacted Lamont, but she didn’t expect

back.

there were footsteps

and looked at Lamont, who was walking

“Mr. Byron,” she said.

“What is it?”

cold tone dampened Miriam’s

heard that you brought Leila back. Mr. Byron, you can’t let her get away with this. She

her story, pretending

she really

up, his

fact, the trouble that Ms. Mullen is

you…”

Miriam could finish her sentence Lamont

have to worry about

that, he left without saying

watched helplessly as the man she loved

some reason, she was feeling very

should have been pleased to have lost an enemy and

more panicked than anything.

she decided to go down to the basement

in

told me to go in. I wanted to check on her condition and

his assistant, I wouldn’t

earnestly, and it

“Really?”

how. It’s already late, and Mr. Byron is waiting for

subordinate finally stepped

breathed a sigh of relief and

light before finally finding

pitch black

by the sight

Lamont could be so

“Who? Who’s here?”

softly

tormented in this dark basement, and her men tal

here to

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