While this was happening, Sharon Lindt was sitting on the sofa, sipping on some milk which she had poured into a European coffee cup.

The mouth of the cup had a golden ring, and it shone beautifully under the light.

As soon as Catherine Batton walked in, Sharon’s face turned serious. “Catherine Batton, come here right this instant!”

Catherine immediately picked up her pace. Her face was almost pale from fear. As she stood in front of Sharon, she lifted both hands in a ‘surrender’ pose and