Lamont frowned, dissatisfied with the confrontation between that two women, ignored what they said on the phone, and hung up directly.
Amelie was extremely calm, as if she didn't care about his attitude at all.
Did she really not care at all?
"Mr. Byron, do you really plan to talk to me about those things?" She looked at him coldly.
Something indefinable in her eyes made Lamont silent. He swallowed back what he wanted to say.
Amelie sneered in her heart. Funny! So he thought that everything in the past could be completely dissipated as if nothing happened?
"You better go back, I want to have a rest now."
Amelie turned around.
She didn't want to hear any explanation from Lamont now.
"I know you won't listen to me at this time. Take good care of yourself, and I will come to visit you later."
Lamont knew that it was not a good time to explain, so he decided to leave.