Amanda looked up and saw a man in a well-fitted suit walking over with a smile. His skin was fair, his features refined, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving off a scholarly aura. But the sly smile on his face made Amanda think of one phrase—a gentleman in appearance, a scoundrel at heart.
“Robin? When did you get back?” Miranda was visibly surprised to see him.
Ever since Benjamin’s accident, she hadn’t seen Robin, his personal assistant.
Robin glanced at her with a trace of amusement, but under the lenses of his glasses, a cold glint flickered in his eyes.
“Miss Lowe, I just landed—just got home,” he replied casually.
He had overheard something quite interesting while standing at the staircase a moment ago. This Miss Lowe was getting too full of herself.
Robin then tur
