Yvonne Jones sat on the hotel sofa, her fear turning into trembling.
If Christopher Robinson really was His Excellency's nephew, who could compete with them in the capital?
"Secretary Anderson?"
As soon as Matthew Anderson stepped out, the security guard came forward.
"Leave someone here to wait for her departure."
...
In Orchard Garden, Amelia Cobb sat on the sofa with her usual pale face.
Isaac Fenton informed her that Yvonne Jones had been taken away by Matthew Anderson, and Amelia's closed eyes twitched slightly.
"Shall we follow-up?"
"No need."
"Then—"
"Mrs. Cobb, Secretary Harrison is here," Sadie's voice interrupted Isaac Fenton's words.
Amelia glanced at Isaac Fenton, who then exited the room.
When Betty Harrison entered, Amelia's coughing sounded in the Reception Room.
Betty Harrison couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of pity every time she saw Amelia in the last ten months.
It seemed as if Amelia didn't belong to this world.
