Chapter 182 A Feeler

The Door of Sharon's room was not closed. She got a little tired and wanted a rest at the table after drawing a lot, then falling asleep unconsciously. Frank gently moved close to the bad and found her asleep. He picked up her drawings from the table. The strokes were delicate and smooth, and from the drafts, he could get the point of her design, which was clearly expressed. She was highly skillful. He raised his eyes and looked at her. Was she a clothing designer? "Master, she was a clothing...