Sabrina and Nigel both looked up simultaneously and saw Sebastian with a stern expression.

“Sebas…tian,” Nigel was afraid of Sebastian.

Six years ago, he was afraid of him when he was a rich playboy. He was still afraid of Sebastian even at this moment. It was the kind of fear that had been ingrained in the bones.

Sebastian did not look at Nigel.

He only looked at Sabrina.

Sabrina was calm and expressionless.

Was it not two people hanging out at a café?

What was wrong with that?

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