Chapter Eighteen

Everyone casted a look of disdain on Scar. No one had expected her to actually steal the watch —as they thought.

Seb smiled softly, his eyes frozen over again.

He looked at her teary face and sighed.

One thing he hated most, was theft. No one steals from Sebastian Ashford and goes unscathed.

Right now, he wanted to believe that the last thing she could do, was steal. But with all the damn evidence pointing to her, he didn’t know what to believe anymore.

“Why did you steal it?“ he asked and she glared at him.

“I know you must already despise me, but to think I stole from you?“ she scoffed, “in your dreams”

And her sharp tongue was still intact.

“A watch was pulled out of your purse, and you still have the right to scold our boss? Pathetic bitch” Michelle was the one who spoke up and Scar raised a brow.

“You said a watch, Not His watch” she corrected angrily, “And I’m very sure that the boss isn’t blind enough to notice that this watch right here” she gestured to the watch in his left h