The living room atmosphere was rendered silent, with Amelia Cobb sitting on the steps, looking at Christopher Robinson leaning on the couch. Her eyes were filled with suspicion, curiosity, and a touch of unmasked dominance.
And what about Christopher Robinson?
Convinced that Amelia was Evelyn, he knew she was aware of certain things, but her intelligence did not allow her to make public what she knew, as it could bring about her doom.
"So?" The man's thin lips opened slightly, looking at Amelia.
"What you want is not just the money in Charlie Wood's hands!" Amelia was almost certain.
And what about Christopher Robinson? He didn't avoid it either.
Slowly nodding, the ruthlessness of the superior was undoubtedly evident at this moment: "I need an opportunity to kill him anytime, anywhere."
"President Robinson, are you making a deal with me?" Amelia seemed to see through the man's intentions at the moment.
"Why not?"
"What's in it for me?" Amelia asked back.