The Return of the Disguised Princess

Chapter 4

Lamont glanced at Amelie indifferently and then sneered.

“Awesome.”

Then he drove Amelie to the Courthouse.

There were very few people there, and they got divorced smoothly.

Amelie suddenly heaved a long sigh of relief, as if all the grievances she had suffered all these years

were gone in an instant.

“Lamont, today is a great opportunity. Why don’t we … get married?”

When Leila heard that Lamont and Amelie were getting divorced today, she cheekily followed them.

Leila thought, I have been sticking around in the Byron’s home for so long, and finally, Amelie is

gone. I’m sure I’ll get to be Lamont’s wife.

Amelie did not look at Leila at all, nor did she want to know if Leila and Lamont would get married

or not.

After putting away the divorce certificate, Amelie turned around and left without any reluctance.

She was still bitter and painful, but she knew that everything should be over by now.

She should put everything behind her, for the sake of her baby and herself.

Lamont, who had not even glanced at Amelie for five years, unexpectedly glanced at her back when

she turned to leave.

An inexplicable feeling welled up in his heart, and it was so strange that it made him feel irritated.

“Lamont?”

Leila urged again with anticipation in her eyes.

She had already got the documents ready, and she could get married to Lamont at any time.

Yet Lamont simply gave her a cold look and left after saying “I’m busy“.

Leila was stunned for a long time and stomped her foot in anger.

After leaving the Courthouse, Amelie took a taxi to the airport.

The sky had already darkened. She walked alone in the empty airport, her entire body frighteningly

hot.

She hadn’t had any water since the funeral, and it had also been a long time ever since she was

released.

What was more, she was pregnant. Of course, she was about to collapse.

Amelie already couldn’t take it anymore in the detention center, but she still forced herself to settle

the divorce procedures with Lamont.

The plane had already landed at the airport. She dragged her body and walked towards her seat step

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After boarding with great difficulty, Amelie slumped into the seat. Her entire body was so weak, and

she did not have any strength at all.

The memory of what had happened only a few hours before filled her with frustration.

She had dedicated herself to the Byron family for five years, yet no one trusted her even a little bit.

She hid her identity and was willing to suffer such great grievances while staying by Lamont’s side,

and he didn’t have any feelings for her at all.

Amelie bit her lower lip, her heart filled with unwillingness and regret, and she fell into a deep

sleep.

When she woke up, the plane had landed smoothly in Oakland, and the sky outside the plane was

brightening.

She didn’t have a single piece of luggage with her, and now she stood out already as she walked among other economy–class passengers with all sorts of bags.

When she got off the plane, she saw the motorcade outside the airport. They were all luxurious cars.

There were Lexus, Maybach, as well as worldwide limited edition RV…

And they were all equipped with special license plates. Although the spot outside the airport had long been cleared by bodyguards, the motorcade still attracted a lot of attention.

People were all discussing, guessing which family these luxury cars belonged to. There were not many wealthy families in Oakland, and every single one of them could affect the global economy

tremendously.

The motorcade was arranged in order of license plates, led by a handsome man.

The man was dressed in a high–order suit. The brilliant blue on him made the sky dim.

Amelie watched the man walk towards her, and when she saw the familiar face, her eyes could not help but turn red.