Amelia sensed Christopher Robinson's dislike of her, which came from a soul level.
It cannot be concealed or hidden.
Christopher approached the car, holding Amelia's hand. Without a second thought, Amelia flung his hand away.
"Burn your bridges?" Christopher's tone was cold and direct.
"The premise of burning bridges is that I used Mr. Robinson," Amelia clarified the facts.
"What's the difference between using my people and using me? Please enlighten me, Miss Cobb."
Amelia choked, realizing there really was no difference.
But she would never admit to it.
By admitting it, wouldn't she be inviting Christopher to slap her in the face?
"The difference is, I'm more acquainted with Juliet Walker than Mr. Robinson."
"Really?" Christopher's lips curled up into a smile that Amelia couldn't comprehend.
Saying this, the man took out his phone: "Should I make a call and ask?"
Without thinking, Amelia snatched the phone from Christopher's hand.
