He was still wearing a black suit and was dressed formally.
Amelie could tell with just one glance that it was Lamont.
Although he was far away, Amelie knew that the aura of his body could not be imitated by anyone.
Amelie slowly walked up to him.
"Mr. Byron, I hope this cooperation will be successful. I didn't expect you to come to pick me up in person, which quite panicked me."
Lamont's gaze was always on Amelie's body.
"Mr. Byron?" Amelie called out to Lamont once more, and he responded.
"Ms. Cisneros, please get in the car."
In the car, they remained silent. It was not until halfway through the journey that Amelie, unable to hold back her curiosity, spoke.
"Mr. Byron, you haven't told me what kind of dinner party it is."
Lamont turned his head to look at him, and then he placed an invitation in her hand.
"You can take a look at it. This dinner party is very important."