Amelia had already made up her mind; let Christopher Robinson say what he wanted! She wouldn't admit to anything.
What could this man do to her anyway?
Ever since Amelia had clearly realized what route she should take by Christopher's side, she no longer cared about any of his words.
"Whatever pleases President Robinson," she said indifferently.
Her nonchalant words gave off a feeling of having a thick skin, like never before.
Was that the end of it?
No, no, no, no.
It wasn't over.
Christopher wanted to keep Amelia by his side, to make her become Mrs. Robinson...
He wanted her to know that her current situation was dangerous, like walking barefoot on a knife's edge in the capital.
"On the night you were in the hospital, Miss Cobb logged on to the negotiation site and the information site with Juliet Walker's computer," the man said effortlessly, then bent down and flicked the cigarette ash into the wine glass in front of him.
With a sizzle, everything was shattered.