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.”

here and waiting in the living

but

is she

a deep breath, trying to calm his raging

“I don’t know, sir.”

replied timidly, afraid to say the

was sitting on the leather sofa in the living

she immediately contacted Lamont, but

back.

were footsteps coming from behind

quickly stood up and looked at Lamont, who was

“Mr. Byron,” she said.

“What is it?”

tone dampened

her get away with this. She

to embellish her story,

she really

flared up, his

fact, the trouble that Ms. Mullen is facing right now is also her doing. Mr.

you…”

finish her sentence

to worry about this

left without

watched helplessly as the man she loved disappeared

she was feeling

pleased to have lost an enemy and been one step closer to

more panicked than anything.

to go down to

in without Mr. Byron’s

in. I wanted to

I

earnestly, and it was

“Really?”

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

finally stepped

breathed a sigh of relief and hurried

dim light before finally finding the room

pitch black inside, and

shocked by the

Lamont

“Who? Who’s here?”

asked softly

tormented in this dark basement, and her men tal state

me. I’m here to see you

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