"You..." Lamont snorted coldly. "Ms. Mullen has recovered her identity and is becoming more and more eloquent. Back then, you fooled my grandpa with that, right?"
"Grandpa? You still have the nerve to mention your grandpa!"
Amelie wanted to laugh out loud. "Lamont, it is your grandpa's greatest sorrow to have a grandson like you who refuses to investigate the cause of his death!"
As they were arguing, Emilee instantly understood what had happened.
"Humph." Emilee sized up Lamont and said to Amelie in disdain, "Hey, Amelie, is he the person you wanted to marry at that time? He doesn't look that outstanding. After all, there are so many people like him in Oakland."
Emilee's words were harsh, and she looked down upon Lamont very much.
"Watch your language."