296: Tidy up Lin Qinghe_1
There was no doubt that Christopher Robinson understood Amelia Cobb, and this understanding was different from other things.
Once those things buried deep within one's bones burst forth, they would create huge waves.
Christopher became who he was today after walking down his path for a very long time.
If Amelia wanted to do something, she would just do it.
She didn't want to see her ruthless side, and he should know better.
At midnight, not only was Christopher awake, Antony Brown was too.
He returned home from a social engagement; Sandra Smith was already asleep.
Not only did she sleep, but she also locked the door.
The whole villa was pitch black, and Antony groped for the light switch in the dark.
The sudden brightness sobered up the tipsy man.
"Sandra!" Antony took off his suit jacket and threw it onto the sofa.
He swayed over to the coffee table, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a glass of water.
After shouting once and getting no response, he yelled again.