Amelia Cobb, Antony Brown couldn't really judge her.
A normal person?
No, no, no, describing Amelia Cobb as a normal person is an insult to normal people.
A good person?
It's a joke, how can someone who married Christopher Robinson be considered a good person?
He vaguely knew that last year's incident involving Zachary Jones was actually orchestrated by Amelia Cobb. Seventy-something stabs, each cutting into the flesh. What woman would dare to do something so crazy and vicious?
Amelia Cobb would.
This woman, her methods are no less than Christopher Robinson's.
"Mr. Brown."
Amelia Cobb pushed the door open and stood at the entrance of the office, looking at Antony Brown. He tugged at his lip, "What do I call you? Mrs. Robinson or Mr. Cobb?"
"It's up to you, Mr. Brown."
"I'll call you Miss Amelia then! I heard those old foxes in D&T Group call you that."
Hearing this title, Amelia Cobb's hand paused as she pulled out a chair.
