Amelia Cobb half-leaned on the sofa, flipping through a French book in her hands.
She had taken off her shoes and nestled directly on the sofa.
From Christopher Robinson's recent actions, it was clear that he wouldn't let her off so easily.
Instead of struggling with him in her current situation, she might as well accept this relationship naturally.
After all, there wasn't a second person in the capital more reliable than Christopher Robinson as a backer.
Amelia leisurely nestled on the sofa, flipping through the pages of the book, across from her—a skyline of skyscrapers in the CBD
business center of the capital.
Towering high, the sky within reach.
Just as she was about to turn a page, a cup of coffee appeared in her peripheral vision. Amelia thought it was Isabella Martinez, but when she looked over, she saw Christopher Robinson standing beside her.
Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Mr. Robinson."
"Hmm?"
