Sabrina was lying in Sebastian’s arms and did not move. She passively listened to him as he communicated with the other person on the phone.

“I know. I would arrange a time to bring her to try it on.”

“If there should be any good rubies in the future, keep it too.”

“Her fingers are very thin. I’ll bring her to be sized, and we will see.”

All the exchanges made on the phone were about “her”.

Who could “she” be?

Could it be her, Sabrina?

A thought flashed past, and Sabrina could not help i