False Benevolence

After all, there were not many portrait artists. One studio was enough for daily needs.

But now, the only studio was occupied by the police chief, Gordon. Even if Dexter was used to being fearless, he couldn't really go in and chase Gordon out.

"It doesn't matter. I can draw in your office." Viviana didn't care too much.

What Viviana said just now was really for the old man's own good.

In the end,