Chapter 93 Abduction

The last time Charlotte had come to the studio was three months ago.

As soon as she walked into the studio, she immediately set up an easel, and the familiar fragrance of paper and paint that wafted up her nostrils put her mind at ease.

At the same time, two high school girls walked into the studio arm in arm. The girl with longer hair tilted her head up and asked, “Hey, old bag, are you the owner of this studio?”

Charlotte frowned upon hearing the appellation and said, “I’m just five years older than you, so you should call me miss.”

“Hah! You should take a look at yourself in a mirror and count the wrinkles on your face. I really have no idea why you have the audacity to ask us to call you miss. You should be grateful that I didn’t call you an old hag.”

Charlotte did not know what had gotten into the girl, but she was not going to be lenient with her. She threw her brush on the floor and rose to her feet. Staring angrily at the girl, she said, “Say that again and I’m going to k