That sense of powerlessness spread throughout her entire body.
Just as she was about to gain something, incidents would occur.
She couldn't help but suspect that someone didn't want her to know the truth.
"President Robinson," a car window slowly rolled down in the parking lot.
The Deputy General Manager of D&T Group sat in the car and greeted Christopher Robinson.
However, upon seeing the man's cold, angry face and Amelia Cobb looking somewhat disheveled, he patted the driver's seat, urging him to leave quickly.
"Where are you injured?" Christopher lowered his position slightly, and although he had been slapped, he still had a posture of wanting to get even closer.
"It's none of your business." Amelia pushed away Christopher's hand, which had landed on her palm.
Her cold face carried a hint of indifference.
Walking towards the car, she slowed down in front of it: "President Robinson, those who hold an umbrella are still in the rain."
