The Return of the Disguised Princess

Chapter 22
In the Byron’s house.
“Lamont, I heard that you met that woman yesterday?”
Macey took a sip of coffee. Meanwhile, Leila placed a piece of cake in front of her.
A trace of displeasure flashed through Lamont’s eyes as he said, “Yes, I met her.”
With a clicking sound, Macey put down the coffee cup and said gently, “Don’t think about that woman anymore. Hurry to marry
Leila. Your uncle and I will be more at ease.”
Lamont narrowed his eyes slightly. “Grandpa has just gone. It’s not suitable to have a wedding now.”
Leila almost smashed the cup.
The second time... Lamont rejected her for the second time.
“It’s precisely because your grandpa has gone that you have to have a wedding to bring luck to our family, and your uncle can
also help you to manage the company.”
Thinking of Draven, who did not like her when he was alive and almost delayed Lamont’s marriage, Macey lost her appetite.
“No need.”
Lamont stood up. “I’ll go to the company. Leila will take good care of you. The card can be swiped at will.”
Leila was very happy but suddenly received a message.
It was from the court, and the trial would start tomorrow.
Leila felt cold. Even though she comforted herself that she had done it perfectly, Leila panicked at the thought of what Amelie
had said that day.
Leila immediately told Macey that Amelie was about to sue her.
“What did you say? How dare Amelie want to sue you? Didn’t she go to jail?”

Macey was very shocked. These days, she had been checking the property of the Byron family. She didn’t care about the matter
of Amelie but didn’t expect that there would be such a big “mistake“.
“Macey, I haven’t done it. It’s Amelie to blame. I don’t know which powerful person she has hooked up with. Not only is she
acquitted, but she also wants to frame me. Please help me.”
“What a bitch. Amelie is really scheming. Don’t worry. Leave this to me. I will let that woman suffer.”
“Ms. Mullen, this is our plan...”
Suddenly, the phone rang, and Amelie waved her hand.
“Amelie, where are you?”
Amelie sat on the chair and looked at the traffic outside the window. She said casually, “It’s you, old woman. Are you risking your
neck to call me?”
“W–Who do you think you are talking to?”
“I’m talking to the one who answered me. Well, just say it.”
“How dare you!”
“Amelie, why are you so rude to your elders? Macey is just worried about you.” Leila’s voice sounded over the phone.
“Worried about me? You’d better be worried about yourself. Remember to dress yourself up on the day you go to court. Maybe a
lot of people will watch you.”
“Wait. Don’t hang up.”
Leila seemed to know what Amelie was going to do next. Leila said nervously, “Let’s meet this afternoon.”
“Do I have to meet you just because you say it? Who do you think you are?”
“Amelie, I know what you want. See you at the same place. I know you are back...”
Amelie hung up the phone very quickly.
“Tell me, why didn’t she know her limitations?” Amelie seemed to be asking Briley or herself.

“Get ready. I want to meet the person in charge of the talent show.”
In the afternoon, in a fancy café.
“Macey, don’t be angry. That’s who Amelie is, but she doesn’t dare to break the appointment.” Leila was sweating as she tried to
please Macey.
“How dare you say that? I don’t even know if I will feel uncomfortable when I see you.”
Leila was stunned. She looked up and saw Amelie walking over in high heels and a black windbreaker.
Macey said disdainfully, “What a slut. The moment you left the Byron family, you found a sugar daddy. How shameless.”
“Oh, old woman, watch your language. Are you jealous of me because you can’t find a sugar daddy? Look at your wrinkles.
Nobody wants you even if you offer.”
Amelie took off her sunglasses and put her bag aside, showing her delicate face.
“Amelie, watch your language.” Macey was furious and was about to lose her temper.
“Oh, you are anxious now. Old woman, you really can’t afford to argue with me. I just told you the truth. Look at you. You even
have more wrinkles on your face.”
“You vulgar village girl. Don’t think that you can be so rude to me just because you have a sugar daddy. Listen, as long as I make
a move, you can’t no longer live here!”
“Save it. You want me to suffer? Why don’t you ask your son if he dares to talk to me like this?”
“What do you mean?” Macey did not believe it and wanted to teach Amelie a lesson, but a person interrupted.
“Mrs. Aylward, what a coincidence. I didn’t expect to meet you here. You are...”
A young woman in fancy clothes walked over in surprise.
“You are?” Seeing an outsider come over, Macey immediately acted like a noble woman.
“Alas, I’m Dexter Vincent’s wife. I even chatted with you at the party last time...”

“Excuse me, you guys can enjoy chatting. See you in court tomorrow.” Amelie got up impatiently. She was not interested in
listening to their gossip here.
“Who are you? Don’t you know manners? Can’t you see that I’m talking to Mrs. Aylward?” Sarah Hume was immediately
dissatisfied.
“I remember you. You are the general manager of Starry Sea Entertainment.” Sarah suddenly pointed out Amelie’s identity and
was very proud.
“I heard that Starry Sea Entertainment wants Rohan to join our show. Unfortunately...”
When Leila heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up.
“Mrs. Vincent, you are right. After all, how can a lowly company like Starry Sea Entertainment compare with Prosperity Global?”
Macey also thought of her company and immediately straightened her back.
“Mrs. Vincent, Prosperity Global also intends to join in this show. What do you think of Leila?”
Leila thought of the lawsuit and said to Amelie arrogantly, “Oh, at least we know each other. If you give up on the previous bet,
you might let the people of your company join in the show.”
“Oh, not all can join in our show. For the sake of Mrs. Aylward, I’ll give you a chance to interview.” Chapter 22
“There’s no need. After all, your team broke the contract first. See you in court.”
Standing up, Amelie left gracefully in her windbreaker.
“Amelie, you better be sensible. Don’t be so arrogant.”
Leila shouted from behind, while Amelie was disdainful.