Kevin Cliff circled the villa and eventually returned to where he started, stopping to look around.
Was it just an illusion?
If it was an illusion, why did he have such a delusion for the first time in eighteen years?
The chain was the result of him personally seeking a master to learn carving, then meticulously crafting it from white porcelain, delicate and small, very intricate, with each tiny star making a unique clinking sound, and with crescent moons and full moons as little pendants, it was like a sea of stars on her wrist.
Although similar bracelets might be everywhere now, the one he gave to Little Abigail was definitely unique, because all the colored prints and decorations on it were his own design.
"Boss, should we gather all the girls in the villa to check?" Wester Welson suggested.
"No need." Even if it did appear, it wouldn't likely be here.
