Chapter 39 Appeal
Lamont suddenly realized that he was actually somewhat reluctant to part with that arrogant woman.
How could it be?
He shook his head, as if he wanted to throw this absurd idea out of his mind.
However, the more he wanted to forget about this idea, the deeper the figure of Amelie imprinted in his mind.
"Mr. Byron." The assistant, who had already left, returned to the office with a note. "I don't know who left the note for you."
Lamont raised his eyebrows. He had seen so many tricks like this. He was now able to stay cool.
"I won't look at it. Tear it up directly."
"Ah?"
The assistant was just about to express his surprise when he immediately shut his mouth.
Whatever the boss said, he would do as the boss instructed.
The small piece of paper was quickly stuffed into the shredder, turning into a pile of fragments.