Amelia Cobb flicked the duckbill cap on her head upwards, followed the direction of the sound, and saw a tall man standing at the door, his face cold as he looked at the Levin family members.
Christopher Robinson's presence in the capital was not something that could be easily explained in a few words.
Many people wanted to get something out of him, and many were afraid of him.
Apparently, the highbrow Levin family was also afraid of him.
Amelia raised her eyebrows slightly, and the disdain in her eyes was obvious when she looked at Christopher Robinson.
It was undoubtedly telling Christopher that in her mind, he was far inferior to Juliet Walker.
"Mr. Robinson."
The Levin family members spoke with a trembling voice.
"Mr. Levin has raised a good son," the man walked over to Amelia with long strides, his cold words making the Levin family members tremble.
"I don't know what Mr. Robinson means by that."
