Harold Chapman stared strangely at Melody Thorne, then looked at the portrait she painted. Upon clearly seeing the figure in the painting, his pupils contracted, because that person seemed like a secretive existence.
He had a close relationship with the old Mr. Quinn, which is why he knew him, but he didn't expect Melody Thorne to paint this person.
"Is there such a person?" Melody Thorne feigned innocence, as if she had merely dreamed of him, and asked with confusion.
For a moment, Harold Chapman's expression was indescribable...
But the matter itself was decided quite hastily, going over there now was completely unexpected, although it was just a dream, it's best to take precautions.
"I'll go contact them right away," Harold Chapman turned and left the study.
Melody Thorne threw the portrait she drew into the trash can, now hoping that Jared Quinn can be safe and sound. If anything really happened to him, then the main cause would be because of her.
