"Miss, could you please show us your bag?" said Connor Ford politely, although his tone was anything but.
Enna Clark shifted her gaze from Jasmine Clark and said indifferently, "No need to look, the ring should be in my bag. But I didn't steal it."
Jacob Clark's expression suddenly turned sour. He unnoticeably backed away, distancing himself from Enna, as if they were two strangers who didn't know each other.
Enna had never had any expectations for him. Still, seeing him eager to disassociate himself, she couldn't help feeling disgusted.
"What are you implying? Are you saying that I put the ring in your bag?" Jasmine Clark would never pass up an opportunity to embarrass her, and immediately adopted a wronged look, raising her voice.
With such an attitude, she indeed seemed like a victim.
