Who would have thought— he's here to make trouble again.
Amelia Cobb stood not far away, looking at the man in front of her with slightly furrowed eyebrows.
A flash of fear passed through her mind, not from her own feelings, but from the instinctive reaction of her body.
The original host and him.......
"Mr. Cobb? Can we have a chat?" Sherwin Sutton walked up to Amelia with a cigarette, looking at her casually, a faint smile on his lips.
A second-rate vibe flowed out, so greasy that even using it to cook a pot of soup would be too much for others.
It was the first time he had met someone who could perfectly combine the qualities of a rich second generation and a fool.
Creating a unique and distinctive atmosphere.
Amelia glanced at her watch: "Ten minutes."
The man touched his cheek with his tongue: "Deal."
"Since Mr. Cobb doesn't have much time, I'll get straight to the point. Now that you've divorced President Robinson, are you considering moving on to someone else?"
