In My Desperate Time
Chapter 451: Can You Afford it

The middle-aged woman looks vigilantly at me.

I guess she might think I am a robber, having my eyes on her ring.

But now, I can't care for so much. All I'm thinking about is what happened with this ring.

"Tell me. Where did you get it?"

I look at her and say dourly.

This woman senses my seriousness and asks me, "What does this ring have to do with you?"

"That's none of your business. You just tell me where you got it."

"I bought it, of course. You are asking too many questions. Are you up to it? Just so you know, I spent a lot of money on it. Don't..."

I don't want to listen to her any longer.

She says she bought it. Then, whom did she buy it from?

Could it be that someone stole my ring and sold it?

"Who did you buy it from? Do you know that it's probably stolen?"

"Stolen?" That woman looks at me with disdain, and she frowned, "Don't tell stories that you don't know. This ring was bought from a rich lady."

Rich ladies, of course, won't steal my things.

In that case, there is only one rich lady I know who have access to this ring.

Sabina.

I take her by the shoulders and shake her hard, "What kind of rich lady? Is her name Sabina, the famous pianist?"

Her eyes show she is very shocked.

Even she hasn't answered, I can tell from her eyes. I'm right.

It is Sabina who sold her this ring.

She is rich. I mean, she is so famous. Then why would she sell my ring to this woman?

Is it because she didn't like me and did it on purpose?

But even if she doesn't like me, she can do better. Why did she have to steal my engagement ring?

It doesn't make any sense to me.

"Did she say why she sold it to you?" I asked with concern.

The middle-aged woman looked at me with disgust, picked up her handbag and stood up, ready to leave.

"How would I know? I'm just a buyer. I just give her the money she wants, and that's it. Why on earth would I ask something else? And you, you're strange. Why do you care so much about other people? And you don't look like you can afford it." I know she won't give me any useful message if I keep asking that way.

It seems I have to pay attention to the art of speech.

Pretending I don't care at all, I curl my lips and say indifferently, "It's just a ring. Why can't I afford? It costs at most a year's salary."

The woman is on her way leaving, when she hears me saying this, she stops and raises her voice to me, "A year's salary? You're so naive. Do you know how much it costs? Fifteen million! Even if you save money for it for three hundred years, you can't afford it!" She's right.

But that doesn't hurt me at all.

Having lived with Frances for so long, I have long gotten used to these hurtful words.

However, I just don't expect it costs so much.

I have no idea how much Frances spent on it, but I do know Sabina made 15 million from selling it.

But I don't understand. Did Sabina sell this ring because she needed money?