The Return of the Disguised Princess

The Return of the Disguised Princess Chapter 159

Chapter 159 Almost Get Hit

Seeing that the cart was about to hit her, Amelie was anxious and not able to speak. Sure enough, Prosperity Global

was her nemesis.

Wherever she went, she would be unlucky.

“Amelie, be careful!”

Amelie had closed her eyes and was ready to be knocked away. The road was so narrow that she had no room to

dodge. She could do nothing but accept her fate.

At the critical moment, a familiar voice passed through her ears, and then she heard a bang, but Amelie did not

feel the slightest pain.

She opened her eyes and found that it was Lamont.

When Lamont arrived, he happened to see a transport car crashing toward Amelie. In a moment of urgency, he

kicked the car to the ground, and all the equipment worth tens of thousands of dollars was broken.

Amelie was a little surprised. Lamont, who cared only about himself and regarded money as his life, would destroy

the expensive equipment for her?

“Mr. Byron, I’m sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose. The equipment is ruined. You can take the money from my salary.”

She had to follow the rules since she was in Prosperity Global. Moreover, Lamont had just saved her. Amelie was

somewhat in the wrong. She subconsciously wanted to apologize to Lamont.

There was a subtle change on Lamont’s face. He was moved by Amelie. When had Amelie become so gentle and

reasonable? Even her manner of speaking to him had become much gentler.

“No need. You are our artist. I should protect your safety. No matter how expensive the equipment is, it is not as

important as your safety. Just be careful next time.”

Lamont stared at the staff who carried the car with a reproaching look. “Next time, if you are so careless, you can

leave here!”

To be honest, Amelie felt very warm when she saw Lamont like this. This was the first time she felt that Lamont was

pretty good–looking when he lost his temper. Maybe it

was because he was not angry at her.

Amelie shook her head and immediately stopped her thoughts.

The staff who was in charge of carrying the equipment was frightened and ran over to express his apology to

Amelie.

Amelie was a little embarrassed. After all, they didn’t do it on purpose.

“Mr. Byron, it doesn’t matter. They didn’t do it on purpose. They were afraid that they would damage the

equipment. Don’t blame them.”

Lamont grunted and left quickly as if he was running away from something. Amelie was inexplicably confused.

Later, Amelie went to the studio. She did not see a pair of eyes staring at her back. And that woman punched the

glass door of the office angrily.

Amelie was stunned when she came back to the studio. Amelie wondered if she had

to the wrong place.

A group of well–dressed artists were busy cleaning the room.

gone

“Amelie, why did you come so late? The easy parts had been taken away. Now there is. only the high cabinet left.”

Amelie raised her head and looked at the high cabinet that reached the ceiling not far away. She was even more

surprised.

“Why does such a big company like Prosperity Global need the artists to clean it up? Could it be that the company

was so poor that it couldn’t afford to hire a cleaner?”

Only Amelie dared to say this. The woman who had just run over was called Janice Sliver. Her personality was

livelier than others. These days, she had always taken the initiative to talk to Amelie. They were familiar with each

other.

“You have no idea! When you left just now, someone came over and said Cynthia wanted to test our endurance and

ability to adapt to the situation. Later, she would come back

to score us according to our performance.”

Therefore, the others scrambled to take the places that were easy to clean, leaving behind a high cabinet for

Amelie and Janice.

“I’m sorry, Amelie. I wanted to take a good spot for us, but they were quicker than me.”

Amelie sighed. Although Janice was a lively person, she was not sophisticated. She didn’t fight for benefits, and she

was easy to be plotted.

“It’s not your fault. If we want to blame someone, we should blame the came up with the idea.”

person who

Only Cynthia could come up with such a rotten idea. Amelie was indeed angered by her. She had never done any

work in the Mullen family since she was a child.

She had suffered in the Byron family five years ago. These tricky and painful experiences left a deeper impression

in Amelie’s mind that she tried to forget.

She could not let Cynthia get what she wanted. She was no pushover.

“Does Mr. Byron know about this?”

Janice thought for a moment and shook her head. She was in the company longer than Amelie, so she knew this

place better.

“Mr. Byron is very busy. He doesn’t care about the affairs of our artists. He rarely comes

to the studio.”

Amelie nodded. He didn’t know about it. Cynthia was bold. How could she do anything she wants with the power of

the Capet family?

“Janice, I am taller than you. You can just fetch me water. I can clean the cabinet.”

Janice suddenly opened her eyes wide, “How could I! We should at least take turns to do

it.”

Amelie shook her head. “It will take a longer time. If we divide our work, it’ll be quicker. Don’t refuse. If you feel

sorry, get more water for me at once, and we will finish it in one go!”

Janice was so grateful that she almost burst into tears. She began to move with Amelie

right away.

Looking at the cabinet that was 10 feet tall, Amelie took a deep breath.

Then, Amelie took a clean towel and climbed up the stairs step by step.

Janice had a bucket full of water. She was already panting from exhaustion halfway. And it happened to be seen by

Lamont, who came out of the conference room.

Lamont turned to his assistant and said in disgust, “Why did the company hire such a weak cleaner?”

The assistant was in a difficult position. He had more or less heard about Cynthia’s matter, but today’s meeting was

very important. He didn’t want Lamont to be

distracted.

“That, Mr. Byron, is not a cleaner but a signed artist of the company.”

Upon hearing the words, Lamont stopped in his tracks. “Why did she fetch so much water?”

“Ms. Gladstone asked them to clean up the studio in order to test their patience.”

Lamont’s face darkened. The studio was about 2,000 square feet. With all kinds of tools and equipment, it would

exhaust his artists who were not hired here to do the cleaning.

“What about Amelie?”

The assistant knew that Lamont would inquire about Amelie, and his eyes fell on Janice,

who had just passed by them.

“This person is in charge of the high cabinets with Ms. Mullen.”

Hearing the assistant say the high cabinet, Lamont became gloomy and walked towards

the studio.

“What nonsense!”