Playing with plots and schemes, you're not necessarily his opponent.
Upon hearing Amelia Cobb's words, Christopher Robinson was not surprised at all.
"I didn't know that Juliet Walker learned to complain to you,"
Amelia Cobb took a sip of milk: "Maybe she found a new way to solve the problem?"
"Find you?" Christopher Robinson pushed the porridge in front of her forward.
Hinting her to finish eating.
Amelia picked up the bowl and ate, slightly lifting her eyelids to look at Christopher: "No matter black cat or white cat, the one that can catch mice is a good cat, isn't it, President Robinson?"
Isn't it?
Amelia was still asking, isn't it?
Christopher laughed, this laughter carrying a touch of displeasure. The man reached out and touched Amelia's hair, seemingly warning her: "Baby, you should worry about yourself."
"If the doctor's examination results are not good, prepare yourself for being confined."
...
That morning, Christopher Robinson did not go to the company.
