Novel & Cerita Who Is Amy Lee

Aiden felt a little uncomfortable because of how formal she sounded. However, he hid it well and nodded. “Miss Green, you can freshen up. After breakfast, I’ll give you a ride back.” Amy did not refuse and went to freshen up. However, she was surprised when she came downstairs. She heard Logan report, “Mr. Lewis, a Miss Wendy Lee is here with two children. She says that they’re looking for Miss Green.” Hearing this, Aiden looked at Amy and noticed the surprise in her eyes too. Clearly, she had no idea what was going on.

They make their way towards the car that's allotted for them to use when doing missions. Amy is the designated driver, she always has been. Driving is one of her favourite things to do. Moreover, she is a skilled nascar driver. She works as Adam's driver in the team. That's the reason why she didn't have to take part in action much as her action is mostly limited to the car. "I heard about your work from our boss. It's impressive,Adam." Jamie compliments Adam which surprises both Adam and Amy. Adam nods his head to acknowledge the praise though Adam doesn't understand why he would suddenly say that, Jamie is definitely an odd case. However, he doesn't waste his time thinking about other thin

Amy was the daughter of one of the Wynn family’s longtime staff. I smiled. “What a small world. I didn’t expect to run into someone from the past here. Miss Lane, you’re working as a model now?” Amy nodded. “Yes, though modeling is just part-time. I’m actually preparing for grad school.” Miles nodded approvingly. “That’s good. It’s always a smart choice for a young woman to keep studying.” Amy glanced at Miles, then at me, before lowering her head and mumbling, “It’s been years… I didn’t expect Mr. Wynn to have a girlfriend now. And she’s so beautiful...”

“Okay, fine. Leo Favino. Sorry. My mistake.” Amy looked between them, immediately sensing the tension in the room, but she quickly composed herself. She stepped toward Leo with a warm smile and held out her hand. “Hello, Leo. My full name is Amara willams , but everyone just calls me Amy. It’s nice to meet you.” Leo stared at her outstretched hand for a few seconds before slowly taking it. His handshake was brief and weak, and he pulled his hand away almost immediately. “Yeah, hi,” he muttered.

To see each other, Sally had seen the fear in hr eyes and it struck hr why Amy took her this far, away from the halloween party and under this goddamn tree in the middle of nowhere. Amy didn’t want to be seen. With another girl at least. “You dont know?” Sally backed off. She had blonde hair, though Amy knew that from the pictures. Streamlined eyes and pointed nose. She had a dark dot as an earring and you could easily guess her style. She was almost like Amy. With colorful themes and eye color and a dark lip gloss. She had a ring on a pair of boots to match her crop top- -a bad decision for the weather that day.

Amy was short for Amelie. Hillary laughs at her dramatic friend, “And you’re still goofy as ever. I know you want to greet someone you’re very much looking forward to meet, no?” Hillary wiggles her brows towards her friend, who finally glance behind her shoulder. There were stars inside Marga’s eyes, “Can I?” The genuine excitement in her voice was clear as she beams at her. Hillary nods and she saw how her hazel eyes glimmers. “Oh I’d please to do so,” Marga squealed like a teenager, peeking down at the child hiding behind her Amy. She still can’t believe Amy’s here, freely walking without a single bodyguard around her. It’s odd, did something interesting happen while she was away?

"What does your daughter do, Mrs. Landon?" "I don't know." She added stupidly, and I felt the urge to kick her, but I restrained myself. No matter what, I would not hit a woman, but she was pushing me. "But I know she will pay you back." Deciding to play along, I turned to Amy, who was staring at the floor as if it would provide all the answers she wanted. "Miss Landon, what do you do for a living?" "I'm a waitress." She mumbled.

“…I saw her. Amy.” Chiara tilted her head. “Amy?” Ellie’s lips twitched into the faintest smile. “Yes. Amy. The mafia goddess they whisper about in the streets. I saw her first in the shadows. She was… I don’t even know how to describe it… precise, lethal, every movement sharp as a blade. She was killing men in the dark, Chiara. Men who didn’t see it coming, who didn’t even know they were already dead until it was too late. And yet… she didn’t look cruel. She looked… alive. More alive than anyone I had ever met.”

Her body relaxes instantly as she falls under my control. “What is your name?” I ask her. “Amelie, but people call me Lee,” she says. “That’s a beautiful name,” I smile. “How much do you know about Greys?” I ask. “They're the superhero wannabes, right?” “Not exactly, but close enough. Do you think you could be one?” I ask her. “Do I look like one?” she snorts a laugh. “Well, you have the right eye colour, but I don’t sense any power from you. That could be due to whatever substances you have been subjecting your body to. Please follow me outside. I have some people I’d like you to meet,” I instruct.

Hansen stared at her again and asked, "Is she called Jenna?" "Jenna?" Amy responded as if she had never heard of that name before. She blinked her eyes and shook her head. "Well, I only know that she is called Miss Lewis. Her surname is Lewis. As for the person named Jenna, I've never heard of her." "Miss Lewis?" Hansen's face was as dark as the sky before rain. "You mean her surname is Lewis?" "Uh-huh, we all called her Miss Lewis." Amy nodded her head again to confirm.