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.”

replied timidly, afraid to say

the leather sofa in

immediately contacted Lamont, but she didn’t

back.

moment, there were footsteps coming from behind

up and looked at Lamont, who was

“Mr. Byron,” she said.

“What is it?”

tone dampened Miriam’s

heard that you brought 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 your

her story, pretending to be

she really

up,

fact, the trouble that Ms. Mullen is facing right now is

you…”

her sentence Lamont

to worry

that, he left

watched helplessly as the man she loved disappeared from her

some reason, she was feeling

should have been pleased to have lost an enemy and been

more panicked than anything.

to go down to the

you can’t go in without Mr.

to check on her condition and see if she

assistant, I wouldn’t lie to

earnestly, and it

“Really?”

already late, and Mr. Byron is waiting

finally stepped

relief and hurried down to

a long time along the dim light before finally finding

pitch black inside, and very

by the

thought that Lamont could be

“Who? Who’s here?”

softly

this dark basement, and her men tal state was beginning to

me. I’m here to see

walking up to

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