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.”

“Mr. Byron, Miriam is here and waiting in the living room.”

A subordinate walked in and couldn’t help but glance at the screen on the wall.

she here

a deep breath, trying to calm

“I don’t know, sir.”

afraid to say the

was sitting on the leather sofa in the living room,

she immediately contacted Lamont, but she didn’t expect him to

back.

were

up and looked at Lamont, who was

“Mr. Byron,” she said.

“What is it?”

cold tone

Leila back. Mr. Byron, you can’t let her get away with this. She boldly told me in the hospital that this was all her plan, just to win

to embellish her story, pretending to

really say

flared up,

trouble that Ms. Mullen is facing right now is also her doing. Mr. Byron, why

you…”

finish her sentence

don’t have to worry

that, he left without

the man she loved disappeared from her

was

enemy and been one

more panicked than anything.

a while, she decided to go down to the basement to see

go in without Mr.

go in. I wanted to

his assistant, I wouldn’t lie to

spoke earnestly, and it was

“Really?”

time how. It’s already late, and

subordinate finally

sigh of relief

a long time along the dim light before finally

pitch black inside, and

by

that Lamont

“Who? Who’s here?”

softly in

had been tormented in this dark basement, and

I’m here

blunt, walking

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