Chapter 239

Vanessa braced herself to nod.

How could she have drawn it? But if she denied it, wouldn't she be exposed for hiring a ghostwriter?

As Luther's hand wandered on Vanessa's thigh, he praised the work. "Well, not bad, Nessa. I didn't expect you to be so talented!"

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As he spoke, he picked up a pen and made some slight modifications to the piece.

To be honest, after being modified a little, the whol