The Return of the Disguised Princess

Chapter 359

Chapter 359 The Banquet

Amelie then looked at the message on the box, and it was indeed her

She was a little curious as to who would mail her something.

“Ms. Cisneros, you’d better sign for it.”

message.

“Don’t worry, we’ve gone through security checks for these couriers, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with them.”

Amelie heard his words, then she was relieved and took it from his hand.

“Okay, thanks.”

After saying that, she closed the door.

She carried the box to the living room. When she unwrapped the outside, she realized that the box looked surprisingly expensive.

She unwrapped it little by little and soon opened the box.

Inside lay an exquisite dress.

“Who bought this dress for me?”

Amelie took a look at the dress and then put it inside.

A card was also placed underneath.

She hurriedly picked it up and opened the card, and the familiar handwriting inside instantly jogged her memory.

This handwriting was Lamont’s handwriting.

Even after so many years, Amelie still saw it at first glance.

She saw the content on it and instantly froze in place.

Amelie looked at the courier incredulously.

“May I ask if this is the same city courier?”

“Yes, Ms. Cisneros. You just need to sign here.”

Amelie didn’t take the pen.

She looked at the dress and thought it was very strange.

Why would Lamont send this to her? What was the purpose?

The courier saw that Amelie did not sign and felt a little strange.

“Ms. Cisneros, why don’t you hurry up and sign?”

He spoke once more, and only then did Amelie take the pen from his hand and write her name.

“Many thanks.”

She then took the box and walked into the room.

She took out the dress inside.

It was a white dress with a lot of embellishments on it, which looked very nice.

The dress was name-brand and looked very much like an evening gown.

When Amelie couldn’t figure it out, her phone suddenly rang.

She then put down the dress in her hand and went to the table in the living room.

Picking up the phone, she found that the screen was displaying Lamont’s name.

Amelie immediately tensed up, and what Rex said kept coming back to her mind.

She couldn’t have too much contact with Lamont, even if they had worked together before. Inevitably, something unpredictable would happen.

Thinking of this, she put the phone aside and pretended not to hear it.

She had thought Lamont would only call once, but she didn’t expect Lamont to call again.

The phone rang throughout the room, and she had no choice but to answer the call.

“Hello…”

As soon as she finished saying hello, Lamont’s urgent voice came over the phone.

“Ms. Cisneros, there is a dinner party this evening, please join me.”

“A dinner party? Mr. Byron, I’m not quite right. My current status is not suitable to attend your dinner party. Mr. Byron, please find someone else.”

Amelie said, hung up the phone.

Lamont listened helplessly.

He was in his office at that moment, and the person standing in front of him was his assistant.

The assistant looked at Mr. Byron’s sad face and was very curious.

He looked at the documents on the desk that were never signed and gathered the courage to say.

“Mr. Byron, you should sign it first. The people of this document have been waiting for a long time.”

The assistant interrupted Lamont’s thoughts.

He then snapped back to his senses.

“Got it.”

After saying that, he picked up the pen and wrote down his name, and finally handed it to the assistant.

The assistant was about to leave when Lamont suddenly stopped him.

“Wait, help me to do one thing.”

It was soon evening, and Amelie did not care about the dinner that Lamont said.

After simply cooking dinner, she was ready to walk out to the balcony and paint.

She had been cooped up in her room for the past few days and wondered how long this was going to last.

Amelie was in a bad mood, and she glanced at the group message from the studio, which was uneventful and nothing special was happening.

So she picked up her brush and drew on her drawing board.

“Ding…”

She didn’t know how long had passed when there was a surprising knock on the door of her room.

This instantly interrupted her thoughts.

She held the brush for a moment and didn’t know how to paint.

She had to put down the brush, stand up and prepare to open the door.

The ones who came at this time should be Rex’s people.

When she opened the door, she was greeted by a woman carrying a box.

“Hello Ms. Cisneros, I am Mr. Byron’s cosmetician. I was instructed by him to come over specifically to dress you. I hope you can hurry up, we are late.”

“Cosmetician? Sorry, I don’t understand. I never asked him to arrange a cosmetician for me. If you have another purpose, please don’t bother me anymore.”

Amelie finished and was about to close the door.

“Ms. Cisneros, take it easy and give me a chance. Mr. Byron has said that if we could not succeed in getting you out the door, we…”

The woman didn’t continue, but Amelie had guessed it.

She was helpless, not expecting Lamont to use such a method to threaten her. Such a method was. too stupid, and if word got out, many people would misunderstand.

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Amelie turned around, picked up her phone, and dialed Lamont’s number.

It took a long time to answer.

Amelie’s tone was very bad.

“Mr. Byron, what the hell do you mean by that? I told you I’m not going to the dinner with you. Get your people out of here and don’t take up any time with me.”

Her attitude was very firm.

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and after a while, Lamont spoke up.

“I’m here because this is an opportunity to get close to Willard. We’re partners, and I haven’t forgotten what we’ve done together. Ms. Cisneros, are you going to run away?”

Willard?

When Amelie heard this, she changed her mind.

“That’s not natural. Since it’s a collaboration, I’ll be there.”

Amelie directly hung up the phone and threw the phone on the sofa.

The cosmetician behind her was apprehensive, afraid of doing something wrong to annoy Amelie.

But to her surprise, Amelie walked straight up to her and smiled gently.

“Sorry, I didn’t make myself clear with Mr. Byron. Let’s begin.”

After half an hour of dressing up, Amelie came out of the bedroom refreshed.

If she could see Willard, there might be terms to talk to him about. She already had an idea and had confidence.

She came downstairs and was about to call a cab when she saw a figure standing by the car at the door.