As Zachary Jones rolled down the stairs, he caught a glimpse of Amelia Cobb standing on the second floor in the Reception Room.
She stood tall at the entrance, with one hand in her pocket, looking at him as if he were an insignificant ant, emotionless and unfazed by life and death.
That cold feeling was even more frightening than the killing intent from Christopher Robinson.
The former was like looking down on all beings and watching you descend into hell, while the latter was personally sending you there. However, the former was even colder and more unfeeling than the latter, indifferent like an emotionless machine.
Suddenly, he thought of Evelyn Cobb.
The Evelyn Cobb whose every frown and smile was worth imitating.
