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The Return of the Disguised Princess

Chapter 82
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The Return of the Disguised Princess Chapter 82

Chapter 82 A Conspiracy

Amelie took a quick glance and then frowned. The atmosphere was cold in the office.

“They didn’t admit that this matter is related to Prosperity Global?”

“It’s from the police. They are very stubborn. They refused to confess no matter what. They said that they were just

doing it on the spur of the moment to rape Gina.”

Amelie sneered and threw a few pieces of paper on the table. “Let’s see how stubborn they are!!

In a high–class private club.

“How should we deal with Lamont?”

Macey leaned against the tatami and enjoyed the massage with comfort.

“Well, Macey, didn’t you say before that you would hold him down? Why are you so worried now?” Willard narrowed

his eyes, holding a goblet as he gently shook it.

“Hmph! Who knows what that damn old man left for Lamont before he died! I have never been trusted ever since I

married him!

In order to catch all of the Byron family’s assets, Macey endured everything and swallowed her anger for so many

years. However, she didn’t expect that in the end, the situation became increasingly uncontrollable.

“Alright, now is not the time to complain.”

Willard waved his hand and chased the technicians out. He sat up on the small sofa.

“The only way to catch tiger cubs is to go into the tiger’s den. Since we have already

done so much, there is no way out.”

“You mean…

Willard did not speak. He placed his hand on his neck and scratched it.

“Hiss…”

Macey gasped, her eyes filled with worry.

“Wouldn’t it be a bit too much?”

“What? You don’t want to?”

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The corners of Willard’s mouth curled into a sinister smile as he slowly approached

Macey.

“Nonsense! I just feel that it might cause unnecessary trouble.”

“Don’t forget that you should not have any feelings for the Byron family, including Lamont.” Willard stared at

Macey’s eyes.

His words woke up Macey.

Lamont’s biological father, Abbott, was not the person that Macey loved. To be specific,

there was no relationship between the two at all.

It was all a conspiracy!

Macey was able to marry Abbott at that time because Willard had got Abbott drunk and

had sex with Macey.

After that night, Macey was pregnant. With this baby and her family background, she

finally married Abbott.

In the beginning, Draven did not like Macey and had always been wary of her.

Later, the birth of Lamont brought a trace of joy to this family that was full of oppression. Macey’s life began to get

better.

Right, it’s nothing compared to wealth and glory, and the renaissance of my family.

Thinking of this, Macey, who had been hesitant, gradually hardened her heart. “How could I possibly have feelings

for the Byron family? As long as the Aylward family could return to its former status, I can do everything!”

“Nice!”

Willard laughed and clapped his hands at these words. “This is my big sister. There will be an interview in the film

industry in a week, right?”

“You mean that you will take action at the interview?”

“Of course, all those who are a bit famous in the industry can participate in the

interview. We can secretly shift the blame to someone else.‘

Willard pushed the gold–rimmed glasses on his nose and gestured to Macey to get

closer.

“We can…”

“You mean the two entered that private club one after another?”

Lamont cupped his fists and held his chin as he looked at the plain–looking man in front

of him.

“Yes. The clubhouse is under Willard’s name. I think they chose this place on purpose. I was afraid of arousing

suspicion, so I didn’t go in.”

“I see.”

Lamont waved his hand and let the man leave.

Lamont had asked Macey to return the money back, but he did not think that his mother was such an obedient

person. He was afraid that the two were brewing a bigger conspiracy in the club.

Well…

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

As the office door was opened and closed, Lamont heard subtle footsteps from far to

near.

“Mr. Byron, this is your coffee.”

Miriam carefully raised a cup and walked over.

Since Lamont warned The Return of the Disguised Princess By Emma R. Rodriguez Chapter 82The Return of the

Disguised Princess By Emma R. Rodriguez Chapter 82her that she would be fired if she made a “click” sound in the

office, Miriam no longer wore high heels in the company. She replaced them with flat

and soft casual shoes.

“You are quite obedient.”

When he was just about to reach out to take the cup, Miriam staggered and her entire body fell backward for

unknown reasons.

“Help!”

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Fortunately, the next second, she was grabbed by the waist.

“Be careful.”

Lamont steadied Miriam with one hand and took a sip from the cup with the other.

“Are you going to stay forever?”

“I’m sorry!”

Miriam, who was almost captivated by He Lamont, stood up with a shy expression. She was so nervous that she

didn’t know where to place her hands.

“Uh…, Mr. Byron. I’m not…”

“Alright,” Lamont stuffed the cup back into her hand. The corner of his mouth curved

into a smile. “You can go out now.”

“Yes!”

Miriam held the cup that was still warm and happily left the office.

Could it be that Mr. Byron is interested in me?

Otherwise, why would he hold me so gently?

Miriam happily returned to the office. For a long time, she was immersed in fantasy.

What she didn’t know was that after she left, Lamont immediately took out a wet towel

and wiped his hand that had just lifted her.

“Well, are all women so easy to deceive?”

Lamont’s cold eyes fell on a photo frame on the table, which contained a photo of him

and Macey.

There was no way to verify their feelings during the photo. The only thing one could see was that they were both

smiling happily.

When exactly was it?

Lamont could not understand when his mother had started to become unfathomable. Or is it that from the

beginning, she was an unpredictable woman?

His father’s last words lingered in his heart like a curse, unwilling to dissipate for a long

time.

Would the closest relative who had been living with me under the same roof for such a long time really betray me?