"Did you do this to silently protest against me for not bringing you to Kidon City?"
Sabrina replied, "No."
Everyone there was speechless.
Yasmine, who Kingston had dragged to the entrance o f the hall, grabbed a pole as she shouted, "Young Master, please... Please tell me what the reason was, I did nothing wrong. Why did you want to chop off my hand and kill me? You... You should at least let me know why I would be dying."
Kingston coldly looked at Yasmine, "Did you want to know why?"
Yasmine frantically nodded, her ears flying everywhere.
"Where did the bag in your hand come from?" Kingston asked.
Yasmine did not answer.
"Where did it come from?!" Kingston shouted.
"It’s... It was Sabrina's."
Kingston looked at Yasmine with a harsh expression," This bag was made of little patterned leather from the belly of two young crocodiles. The ones who made that bag were among the oldest crafters of crocodile
skin bags in the world. There was only one of these bags in the world. This bag is priceless!"
Yasmine was dumbfounded, "You... What did you say?"
"This bag was given to Madam by the Young Master, and you took it for yourself!" At that moment, even without Sebastian's orders, Kingston would have wanted to kill that woman who did not know her place.
Yasmine was dazed, "You mean, Sabrina was...."
"You dared utter Madam's name?!" Kingston's grip on Yasmine strengthened a few times, causing Yasmine t o cry out in pain.
"Stop howling here! We'll chop off your hand first!"
Kingston continued to drag Yasmine out.
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