Chapter 12: 012: It was as ambitious as you at the beginning_1

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Amelia Cobb’s eyes were bright and clear, a trait peculiar to young people, perhaps because she has not experienced the cruelty of society or has gone through many life hardships.

When she looked up at him, Christopher Robinson felt like he was being seen through.

However, it was only an instant, and the feeling disappeared, never to return.

“I’m just minding my own business, right?”

Christopher Robinson’s tone was indifferent as he leaned back in his chair, sipping a cup of sobering tea and looking at Amelia.

Amelia still squatted on the ground, hesitating whether to pour out the cup of warm water in her hand.

“Would Mr. Robinson admit he’s nosy?”

Amelia’s soft counter-question suppressed Christopher’s urge to laugh.

“Mr. Robinson, please let me go home!”

“Why the rush?”

“Who wouldn’t want to escape from a wolf’s den?” Amelia thought of Orchard Garden as a wolf’s den, and Christopher Robinson, the wolf inside it. She had no good feelings for this man… In other words, she had to avoid him until she figured out her situation.

“Don’t forget, Miss Cobb, this wolf’s den is where you will be living soon.”

“As Mr. Robinson said, not now. Perhaps I still don’t understand, and Mr. Robinson will find someone else.”

Amelia’s voice was always calm, not confronting Christopher directly, but with a hint of deliberate gentleness, like a lady with a heart of cement but a gentle exterior.

Juliet Walker couldn’t help but take a few more looks at Amelia. She looked too much like a strong woman who had been through ups and downs, hiding her true nature beneath a cloak of vulnerability to deceive the world’s eyes.

A gentle tone, a strong character.

Each aspect was just right.

“It seems Miss Cobb is looking forward to that day,” Christopher Robinson stared at her with a scrutinizing gaze.

Amelia shrugged, “I just want to live a normal life.”

Christopher Robinson smiled faintly, bent down to put the cup in his hand onto the coffee table, “What can I do? The Cobb family doesn’t think so.”

“Miss Cobb was born in luxury, and she can’t escape.”

Christopher Robinson leaned back on the couch, shaking his head slowly, looking at Amelia with a hint of pity.

That kind of pity, almost impossible to conceal, made Amelia’s fingertips turn slightly white.

Christopher Robinson was the kind of person who stood at the top of the food chain, overlooking all the creatures below. And Amelia, in front of him, was a struggling person with no way out.

Their statuses were like that of a cat and a mouse.

“Why bother, Mr. Robinson! There are countless girls in Capital University who want to accompany you. Why pick me, an inexperienced person who wouldn’t be able to help you and is unfit for the public eye?”

Christopher Robinson didn’t bother to hide it, “Miss Cobb, have you ever thought that what I like about you is that you’re not fit for public view?”

Inside Amelia’s heart, thousands of grass mud horses were galloping as her hand holding the cup began to tremble.

Christopher Robinson, a man standing at the peak of power who had seen numerous life-and-death matters, wanted an object that he could completely control.

Not a ticking time bomb placed beside him.

“Mr. Robinson isn’t afraid that I’ll stir up trouble in the next few years?”

When Amelia asked this, there was hatred in her heart.

This world was too harsh on women.

If you were successful and excelled in everything, people would want to see you fall. If you were trapped in a family, people would try to bring you down and make life difficult for you.

Christopher Robinson was a typical example.

Why would she say that?

Amelia watched him slowly reach out and tap the coffee table. A fat, round cat slowly emerged from beneath the table, rubbing against Christopher Robinson’s leg and looking up at him.

Christopher Robinson pointed at the cat, “It used to have ambition just like you.”

But now…

Amelia’s body turned cold, and she looked at Christopher Robinson with even more caution.

“Mr. Robinson has an interesting hobby.”

“Miss Cobb isn’t bad either. You’ve hidden your true nature for so many years, making people think you’re a harmless little white rabbit. But who would have thought, your claws are quite sharp.”

Bang! Amelia placed the cup in her hand on the coffee table, her gaze on Christopher Robinson filled with coldness.

“Mr. Robinson must have been pretending to be afraid of me running away, so he could bring me back and chastise me, right?”

The corners of Christopher Robinson’s lips curled up slightly, using silence to answer Amelia’s question.

“Take Miss Cobb down, she won’t be able to taste Orchard Garden’s dishes anymore.”

The man spoke and got up, leaving the living room.

Juliet Walker saw Amelia’s gloomy face and didn’t dare to say more, simply gesturing her to follow.

Amelia sat in the car, trembling with anger. If it were the past…

If it were the past, how could she let anyone rub her like that while pressing her to the ground?

If it were the past, how could Christopher Robinson dare to be so arrogant before her?

Juliet Walker clearly felt Amelia’s surging murderous intent.

She was sent to Holy Garden, and before a polite remark could be spoken…

There was a loud bang, and the door closed deafeningly.

Amelia entered the room with her school bag, only to find it full of people.

Even Old Mr. Cobb was there.

The whole room was silent, staring at her.

Only Kallie Rayno anxiously approached Amelia, grabbing her wrist, and reassuring her that it was good that she returned.

“Come and sit,” Old Mr. Cobb sat at the head and spoke to Amelia.

How could Amelia listen after being upset by Christopher Robinson just now?

She stood still and let her gaze fall on William Cobb.

William sighed, “Amelia, you must be tired today. We can talk about everything tomorrow.”

Amelia waited for William to finish, said nothing, turned around, and prepared to leave.

“Stop.”

“Amelia, now you’re getting more and more disobedient.”

The angry voice of Old Mr. Cobb rang out, and he stood up from the couch, his eyes widely staring at Amelia.

Amelia slowly looked back, her eyes full of defiance, “I’m disobedient? Then what? Since I’m so disobedient, why not choose someone obedient to marry? Like Sophia Cobb.”

“You’re outrageous.”

“I’m outrageous? If I were, I would never have agreed to your arranged marriage. If I were outrageous, I would have run away. You’re truly amazing, my father already separated from you, yet you’re still eager to drag us down. What are your intentions?”

“You shameless thing, you’re nothing but a shameless thing.”

Amelia’s anger rose in an instant.

She had intended to find a quiet place to hide, but Christopher Robinson had found her and sent her back to be scolded by Old Mr. Cobb.

Was she a punching bag or a venting object?

One after another?

“If I’m shameless, then what are you? An old shameless?”

Amelia turned around and walked towards Old Mr. Cobb, her fierce demeanor making him think she was about to hit him.

He stepped back in fear.

“Amelia,” Kallie Rayno stretched out to grab Amelia’s arm.

Slap——.

Taking advantage of the gap, Old Mr. Cobb slapped Amelia across the face, making half of her head buzz with noise.

Amelia had never been treated like this in over twenty years.