Damian Fairchild gripped her chin. "Are you out of your mind? Seraphina Quinn, are you that desperate for money?"
As soon as he said that, Seraphina Quinn's mind raced, connecting the dots.
She raised her hands, shoved Damian Fairchild away, and turned to walk toward the living room sofa. "My grandfather is critically ill. I do need money."
Damian Fairchild slammed the door.
He must have been furious, as he didn't speak for a long while.
Seraphina Quinn poured him a glass of water. "Are you here because I was going to sell the ring?"
Damian Fairchild didn't answer her, but he picked up the glass and drained it in one gulp.
After a moment of composing himself, he finally spoke. "Where's the ring?"
Seraphina Quinn bit her lip. "What about it? Didn't you already give it to me?"
