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The Return of the Disguised Princess

Chapter 250
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The Return of the Disguised Princess Chapter 250

Chapter 250 Calming Things Down

He walked up slowly.

“A thousand pardons. I acted too rashly. Hearing your explanation, it also seems that we need to work more on our

communication. Since Mr. Evans came in a hurry, please get some rest in the lounge. Why don’t we dine out tonight

for a meet and greet? My treat.”

Mr. Garcia tried to calm things down by taking him out to dinner. Yet this is only the first day of filming, and dining

sounded premature at the moment.

Amelie didn’t like this, for she was unfamiliar with her co-stars, and didn’t want to drink with them.

So she waved her hand in decline.

“Mr. Garcia, we need to start filming tomorrow, and we might get delayed again if we dine out tonight. Plus, Mr.

Evans had just gotten off the plane, and needed to rest up from his jet lag. Why don’t we get some rest for now?

We could dine out after the production began.”

Amelie was good with situations like this. Mr. Garcia agreed with her.

“You were right. We’ll go out some other time, then. Ricky, I’ll send someone to take you to your lounge, and later

I’ll get a car to drive you to your hotel.”

Fortunately, Richard wasn’t nitpicky. He would look at Amelie from time to time, and give out a mysterious smile.

“It’s okay, Mr. Garcia. It’s the least I could do. We’re partners, after all. May our production goes smoothly.”

Richard stretched out his hand, and the two of them shook hard.

Problem solved, at last. Amelie felt relieved seeing him leave.

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She finally got it under control, and stopped her work from becoming more

troublesome.

Mr. Garcia looked thankfully at Amelie.

“Ms. Mullen, thank you so much. I can’t imagine the chaos that could have been if you

hadn’t stepped in.”

“It’s no big deal, Mr. Garcia. We’ve still got two months ahead of us. Your reputation for being exceptionally

responsible and prudent precedes you. I believe we’ll have a wonderful time working together, so please forgive

me if I did anything wrong.”

Amelie was good with words, and she said all the good things about him. Though she did not know him well, she

meant what she said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll cut you some slack. There’s no filming today, and you may go now. I’ll send someone if anything

happens.”

Mr. Garcia left after this.

Amelie watched him leave, and she finally calmed down.

home

Even though she was well aware that this show could be her step upward, Amelie still felt that something was going

on between Mr. Garcia and Mr. Evans.

With Belen’s help, Amelie removed her makeup and changed it back into her daily. attire. Then she hurried out of

the lounge and went back to the hotel.

Amelie was about to go on with her script when the alarm rang.

She grabbed her phone and turned it off, and the room returned to its silence.

She set the alarm just so she could sneak out.

She was about to meet Jeff at noontime. For she received a message from Jeff, that he had discovered something

overseas.

Amelie was so excited hearing this, and she hadn’t even rested up.

She looked at the time and hurried out of her hotel room, with only a jacket, a cap, and a

mask.

Belen wasn’t in her room right now, and Amelie sent her a message before leaving.

Jeff was waiting in a coffee shop nearby.

His face was cold and serious. His coffee pot was almost empty.

After a while, Amelie finally arrived at his box.

“There you are. I was afraid you’d be too busy to get out.” Jeff said coldly.

Amelie sat down and took off her mask and hat.

“What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

She went straight to the point.

“I did some diggings into some assets of the Mullen family. They were sold abroad by Willard. At first, I thought they

were never recovered, but I discovered some traces yesterday that Willard did not sell these shares. He assumed a

different identity and was pulling the strings. I believe we can try and act now. We might have a pretty good chance

of getting the Mullen family back on its feet.”

Amelie was thrilled to hear this.

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She could actually get her family back on its feet. She could hardly believe it.

“Is it true? Are you serious?”

“Indeed. They didn’t make a move before, so I didn’t notice. And it was only recently

that Willard secretly made frequent transfers to that small firm abroad. And he rerouted a lot, so I find that

suspicious. Why would Willard do this? Who could push him this far? You’ve already got the answer to that, right?”

Amelie nodded. She knew that it had to be the work of Lamont Byron.

They were at each other’s throats. Willard could only go over the edge if Lamont pushed him there.

“I got you now, at last. I think I need to go abroad, and find out what kind of firm that is.”

“There’s no rush. I’ve already got the details right here in this file. This firm appeared normal, but it got pretty large

deficits.”

“Deficits?”

“Exactly. Willard was running a clothing business, but his factory kept breaking down these past few years, and

there’s no one in charge.”

“So that’s why Willard got the company firmly in his grasp. He was running it the whole time?”

“You’re right. Therefore, this will be a huge breakthrough. I didn’t expect Willard to be this smart. That bas*ard will

never get away with this.”

“Nobody makes my family a living hell and gets away with it. Not on his life.”

Amelie picked up the file from the table and gave it a look.

Indeed, it was a small firm, hardly significant. No wonder it got overlooked.

“Sneaky little bas*ard, Willard. This was something I came across by accident, So this might be only the tip of the

iceberg. We need to tread lightly.”

“One other thing.”

Jeff suddenly remembered and put down his cup. He looked at Amelie seriously.

“The male lead of your show… It’s Richard Evans, is it not?”