Amelia Cobb nodded with a smile, "Okay."
When Amelia Cobb left, William Cobb returned to his study.
He inspected the study, his gaze going from the bookshelf to the desk, surveying everything in fine detail.
Only when he found nothing unusual did he relax.
Christopher Robinson, even though he was able to arrange everything properly, was in essence, a person who held the unique dominance of the wealthy, even if he mistakenly thought he fully understood Amelia Cobb's feelings.
But Amelia still found this feeling of being arranged for extremely unpleasant.
The capital wasn't short of talents.
Leading figures in the photography industry had been invited by Christopher Robinson to serve. When Amelia Cobb arrived, Vivian and her team had already been waiting for a long time.
The atmosphere in the studio was especially lively.
