BILLIONAIRE'S LIES CHAPTER 32

One afternoon, while unwrapping the old boxes that had been kept in the living room who knows how long, Sabrina caught herself wondering who could be so adamant about knocking on the door. Puzzled, she furrowed her brow and wiped her hands on a towel to rid them of the dust from work.

It was a late afternoon, and she was unwrapping old boxes in the living room when there came a sharp knock at the door. Sabrina would frown and rub her hands on a towel before going to answer.

"You, stand there by the door," Sabrina blinks at the stranger in her doorway. "Can I help you?" Her voice comes out a little uncertain and open.

The woman smiled warmly, but there was something mysterious in her eyes. "I think I'm the one who should be saying that, my dear."

She paused for a moment, taking in Sabrina's features. "You look so much like your father." And the light of mentioning Sabrina's father lit her heart on fire. She never knew her father. Only her mother's stories, which made him seem like a my