"Mr. Robinson, I think you should come take a look." Professor Ruteler turned back, speaking to a senior official from Meteor Company with a voice trembling with tension.
When everyone's eyes focused on Robinson, who was wearing a dark blue suit and had a sturdy build, he frowned slightly, clearly in a dilemma.
This middle-aged man with short red hair and a plump, rosy-cheeked face was different from the research-focused, socially clueless Professor Ruteler. As a senior official of Meteor Company, every move he made bore responsibility for the company.
Robinson glanced at Barbara and smirked inwardly. In such a setting, being part of Barbara's camp, how could he just walk over like that?
