017: Christopher Robinson didn't expect Amelia Cobb to say......._1

How thrilling, isn't it?

Christopher Robinson, who hadn't been to Capital University for a hundred years, was kindly invited by the university leaders to have tea. Yet before he could take a sip, he saw his fiancée right outside the classroom building, having a flirtatious interaction with someone else. A campus romance about to bloom, a most horrifying scenario.

Juliet Walker's back was covered in cold sweat.

Isaac Fenton looked at Juliet, not knowing what to do.

Although he knew the two were engaged, he had not been in Capital City for the past few days and was clueless about what had happened.

But his master's insistence on honking the horn did send shivers down one's spine.

"Sir?" Juliet hesitantly asked.

The question in her tone was apparent, only a step away from asking if she should get out of the car.

And what about Amelia Cobb?

She stared at the black Mercedes-Benz, feeling a sense of familiarity but couldn't quite place it.

Both she and Abner Rodriguez were distracted by the horn from the car.

But it was only for a moment, as no one came out of the car, they assumed it was honked by mistake.

"Amelia, if I could..."

"Honk honk..."

Before Abner could finish his sentence, the horn of the black Bentley sounded again.

Such an endless honking undoubtedly annoyed everyone.

"Go down and invite her up," Christopher said to Juliet, his words chilling and awe-inspiring.

A girl who has already been engaged, fooling around with strangers in broad daylight, indeed, was unacceptable.

After being warned and still not moving, it was indeed infuriating.

Amelia stared at the black Bentley and her gaze dissipated when she saw Juliet get out of the car.

The name Christopher Robinson flashed through her mind.

"Miss Cobb, Mr. Robinson has asked to see you," Juliet spoke politely.

Amelia's eyes darkened as she stared at Juliet.

Compared to Christopher, she would rather stay with Abner, at the very least, she wouldn't need to be constantly on guard.

"Please let Mr. Robinson know that I have something to attend to in a while."

Juliet smiled: "Miss Cobb, don't make things difficult for me, I am just a secretary after all."

Juliet had invited Amelia twice before, the first time was right at the school gate. Amelia was visibly nervous when she heard about their engagement from her family and learned of Christopher Robinson's name. When she saw Juliet, her tension was palpable.

Juliet couldn't bear to be harsh to the girl in her trembling state.

But today, here at the school, Amelia refused the invitation with a dismissive tone.

As if she had done it a thousand times in her daily life.

"Secretary Walker, don't I have the right to refuse?"

Juliet nodded: "Of course you do, but as a secretary, my duty is to solve problems for my boss."

Her unspoken words meant that her mission today was to bring Amelia to President Robinson.

For a while, they were at an impasse, when Amelia suddenly laughed, flashing her eyes and flicking her hair, giving Juliet a glimpse of another woman's shadow, her astonishment crawling up her limbs.

"Would Secretary Walker care to tell me if I am a worry or a problem?"

Juliet paused for a few seconds, then hooked her lips into a smile: "Miss Cobb, you should know that President Robinson can see you anywhere."

Others may not understand her words,

But Amelia did. If Christopher couldn't see her at school, the only other place would be at home.

Amelia nodded and took a step down the stairs.

Abner, who was standing beside her, grabbed her wrist: "Amelia."

"Yes?"

Seeing this, Juliet's brow furrowed.

"Do you know him?"

"You should have heard of the President Robinson he was talking about," like Amelia, Abner was from the same circle and knew these things.

If he feigned ignorance now, Amelia might wonder about his intentions.

Stunned, Abner's eyes lingered on Amelia's face for a few seconds before he slowly let go of her hand.

He watched Amelia walk towards the black Bentley.

As Juliet stepped forward to open the door, Amelia reached for the handle herself.

The outstretched hand that came up empty clenched and withdrew awkwardly.

A tad embarrassed.

As soon as she got in the car, she was met with a strong smell of cigarettes. There was a cup of coffee on the cup holder in the back seat. The smell of cigarettes and coffee intertwined, making her feel uncomfortable. Amelia cracked open the window.

Isaac started the car and drove away.

Christopher was silent in the car even after driving a considerable distance.

Amelia sat beside him, still speechless.

The awkwardness freely flowed in the cramped space.

Christopher raised his hand to take a drag of his cigarette, then tapped out some ash in the ashtray: "Miss Cobb, don't forget your status as an engaged woman."

Amelia slightly pulled up the corners of her lips, her eyes fixed outside the window, without any intention to answer: "As President Robinson himself said, it's just an engagement. According to the law, engagements are not protected by national laws. We are still relatively free. In simple terms, engagement is just a ticket to marriage, but we have not entered yet, that's all."

"Whether President Robinson wanted to restrict me morally or use morality to kidnap me, you've miscalculated."

Juliet sat in the passenger seat, listening to Amelia's words. She glanced at Isaac, clearly conveying the message: See, I told you this woman has changed! She's just terrifying.

Christopher obviously didn't expect Amelia to say such a thing. His hand, which was about to tap out the cigarette ash, suddenly stopped mid-air.He looked at Amelia for a long moment before speaking: "That's a weak argument."

Amelia's gaze returned, staring at Christopher, and mimicking his tone, retorted: "Busy interfering with the world while eating someone else's food, Pacific Pie Stand should give President Robinson a discount."

Juliet:.......

Isaac:........

"Miss Cobb has had quite a change of heart," Christopher's mind was now filled with investigations on Amelia, words like "gentle and humble" and "polite" seemed empty now.

At this moment, gentle and polite Amelia? Empty words.

Petty and revengeful was more like it.

Amelia couldn't stand these words, every time someone questioned her like this, her palms would break out in cold sweat.

She fell silent, staring at Christopher, her clear eyes filled with resentment: "Does Mr. Robinson really know me that well? I doubt it! If I'm not mistaken, we've never met before our engagement, and how about Mr. Robinson? With no love or affection for me, he dragged an innocent person like me into the battles of a wealthy family, tormented and struggling in the prime of my life against a group of ruthless people. Why bother, Mr. Robinson? Why bother to have an innocent girl's blood on your hands?"