"Is it just taking your fiancée to dinner, or do you want to squeeze the remaining value out of her?"
Amelia Cobb didn't believe that Christopher Robinson only brought her here for dinner. Where else could they have eaten? Why with the Singaipor businessman?
Christopher's hand fell on Amelia's waist, seeming as if he didn't want to respond to her words.
Amelia looked at the dog paw on her waist, furrowed her eyebrows, and reached out to pull the hand off her waist.
Just as she touched Christopher's fingertips.
"President Robinson."
A familiar voice came from the doorway, and Amelia's hand paused.
Following Christopher's gaze, they saw Yvonne Jones standing at the entrance.
With a light smile on her face, her makeup, clothes, and the aura around her exuded an international elite vibe.
Yvonne was startled as if she hadn't expected to see Amelia here.
After a brief astonishment.
Two seconds later, she looked at Amelia and slowly nodded, "Miss Cobb is here too?"
