Chapter 131

Weaving through the noisy crowd, Sabrina moved fast, taking a few sharp turns before ending up near the coast. Fishing boats lined the shore, and without thinking much, she jumped onto one, ducking behind a cargo box at the bow to peek outside. Seeing no one chasing after her, she let out a slow breath. People who hung around the antique market weren't just nobodies-they had money, connections, or both. Messing with that chubby shopkeeper's deal? Yeah, he'd definitely come for payback. But seriously, the guy was a piece of work. That jardinière of Ivy's was worth a fortune, and the man lowballed her to just three grand. Greedy didn't even begin to cover it. Thinking she'd lost them, Sabrina was just about to climb off the boat when a low, icy voice rang out from behind her. "Don't move." A chill ran through her. She already had a bad feeling, and as she slowly turned around, her gut dropped. Behind her stood a woman with a gun, face cold, eyes full of killing intent. Her grip was firm,