The Return of the Disguised Princess novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279 Willard’s Threat

Lamont could see the turmoil in her expression and took her hand in his.

“Enough of this. Aren’t you going to join the crew? I’ll be by your side taking care of you till the filming wraps up.”

“It’s fine. There are a lot of things for you to handle in the company. You don’t have to worry too much about me. I’m really fine. I’m just…”

She was cut off by the sudden shrill ring of her phone.

Startled, she fished it out of her pocket.

To her surprise, it was a landline number flashing on the screen.

As she reached to answer it, Lamont snatc hed it from her grasp.

“I’ll take this.”

Lamont’s face was etched with tension as he seemed to have anticipated something.

Amelie watched him with growing concern.

She couldn’t hear what was being said, but Lamont’s expression grew darker by the second. In the end, he hung up the phone.

“What’s wrong?”

Amelie asked anxiously.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. Just get some rest and put it out of your mind.”

“But…”

Amelie intended to press, but Lamont walked away.

She watched him leave with a sense of unease, her mind churning with questions.

In a suburban villa, there was a coffee shop renowned for its unique blends.

Willard sat in one of its private rooms, sipping coffee with an air of nonchalance.

“Mr. Aylward, the premium Cappuccino you ordered is ready. I’ll leave it on the table.”

“Good.”

Willard responded in a bland tone.

He was waiting for Amelie.

In the eyes of many people, he might be a ruthless man, but only he knew what he truly

desired.

Downstairs, a sleek Ferrari pulled up to the curb.

Amelie stepped out.

In the driver seat, Lamont looked grim.

Amelie made her way to Willard’s location, guided by the waiter’s directions.

“What made you suddenly want to see me, Mr. Aylward?”

Skeptical about his purpose, she glanced at the man and took in his composed

expression.

“Amelie, it’s been a while. How have you been faring abroad?”

“Thanks for asking. I’m doing well.”

Amelie kept her distance from the man, wanting nothing to do with him.

“Ms. Mullen, why must you be so standoffish? Come on and have some coffee. It’s a fine blend, one of the best.”

Amelie eyed the cup he offered with a frown, making no move to take it.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you care for coffee?”

Willard asked with a smile.