Hadley Ximenez was a genius designer years ago, and he remains a heavyweight jewelry designer in Samme Francisco.
He probably never imagined that the ring would end up on his daughter's finger.
Thinking of this, Sylvan Cheney clenched the diamond ring in his pocket.
A unique ring, stunningly beautiful.
The ring was cold, the rain was cold, and his trench coat was cold too.
Only the spot over his heart retained any warmth.
Just as he tightened his grip on the ring, suddenly—
Butler Santana called: "Mr. Cheney, something's wrong, Miss Yale, Miss Yale is missing!"
Butler Santana's breathing was unsteady, he was panting, his tone panicked and alarmed.
"What?" Confusion flashed in Sylvan Cheney's eyes, his insides trembled, "Did you search the Cheney Residence?"
