Chapter 110 Serena Killed Adriano's Brother?

• A yawn escaped Martin's lips as he stretched in the cramped front seat of his car. His back ached from leaning too long to one side, and his fingers tingled from gripping the steering wheel too tightly. He checked the time on the dashboard. He had been sitting outside this studio for almost four hours.
• Four long, uneventful hours.
• He glanced through the windshield at the building where Rita had gone in four hours earlier. The bright pink sign above the door read *Glitz Studio* in bold cursive. The name alone annoyed him. It was probably filled with self-absorbed, beauty-obsessed women, with a perverted photographer taking pictures of them.