“Master Sebastian, I just saw her too. I’ll follow her right now, this time I’m confident I can catch up to her,” Kingston said over the phone.

Sebastian glanced at Sabrina.

“What’s wrong, Sebastian?” Sabrina asked.

He shook his head and hung up the phone. “Nothing.”

At that moment, seated in the car, Kingston stared at the homeless woman unblinkingly. She looked like a beggar, her clothes torn and dirty, her hair matted together into a clump with dirt. Her long hair covered her face, so Kingsto