Matthew Anderson was slightly taken aback.
Amelia Cobb had an air of luxurious laziness, nurtured into her, a characteristic he noticed the first time he met her.
How long had passed since then?
This deep-rooted laziness had already taken root in her.
The power of money?
Or the power of love?
Between the two, he was more inclined to believe the former. Christopher Robinson was not a man who would love someone with all his heart.
Before Matthew Anderson and Amelia Cobb could sort out their thoughts, Christopher Robinson casually emerged from the entrance of the coffee room.
Amelia Cobb spied Christopher Robinson's figure through the windshield, her lips curling slightly, and looked at Matthew Anderson, "Secretary Anderson?"
There was a hint of inquiry and profound meaning in her soft call.