<b>Chapter 994 </b>


    Could it be rted to the unclear patterns on the ring?


    “Mom, ask the customer to send a few more pictures. The ones they sent weren’t very clear.”


    Janine immediately sent over a few more pictures. “The customer already sent several photos from the start. I’ll forward all of them to you.”


    Skr carefully examined each one. Gradually, the faint patterns on the ring became clearer in her mind. However, there was still no historical connection to thing.


    Could this ring never make it to the market after being crafte Was it only discovered now? And perhaps it wasn’t as unusual as she initially thought?


    Still feeling uncertain, she reviewed the pictures again, but the strange feeling only grew stronger. There was definitely something off about this ring.


    “Mom, have the customer request for a refund. We can’t authenticate this.”


    Janine didn’t ask why, knowing that if Skr refused, there was a good reason for it. “Okay.”


    Though the customer was refunded, Skr still kept the pictures.


    Perhaps she wasn’t able to focus properly due tock of rest. So, she decided to revisit the photos in a few days with a clearer mind.


    ncing at the time, it was already past 8:00 pm. She felt tired, likely from not getting enough sleep the night before. So she turned off the lights and went to bed.


    In her half–awake state, Skr’s phone, ced by her pillow, began vibrating, waking her up. She answered the call without checking who was calling.


    “Mrs. Martin, Mr. Martin is sick! He has a fever. The flu in Fachington has been severetely, and many people are getting sick. I can’t take care of him alone. Can youe back to take care of him? I tried giving him medicine, but he won’t listen to me!”


    Paul sounded helpless over the phone.


    Skr, still groggy, quickly snapped awake upon hearing this. She looked at the time and noticed it was just after 9:00 pm. So, she had only been asleep for less than an hour, which exined why she still felt exhausted.


    “Is something wrong? I’m not feverish anymore, and I have medicine. I have colleagues staging on the same floor, so don’t worry about me,” Natalie suddenly said, having been roused by the phone’s vibration.


    Natalie turned on the bedsidemp, her eyes still half–closed. Then, she yawned and added, “Just be careful.”


    Skr responded with a simple “Okay,” addressing both Natalie and Paul. N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    “I’ll send someone to pick you up!” Paul was relieved. It felt like he had found a savior.


    An hourter, at around 10:00 pm, Skr returned to her hotel, where Paul was waiting for her outside.


    When he saw her, he hurried over and exined, “Mr. Martin’s recent injury had weakened his body. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have caught the flu so easily. Dr. Grey didn’te along this time. Plus, Mr. Martin hates hospitals and refuses to take medicine.


    “I’m at my wit’s end. So, I had to call you.”


    Whenever Paul ran into issues he couldn’t handle, he would call Skr. Then<b>, </b>she would always have a <b>way </b><b>to </b>ovee Joe’s little quirks.


    <b>So</b>, Paul had full confidence in her.


    “Why <b>didn’t </b>you call Ms. Ruell? He’ll probably listen to her,” Skr asked.