"Okay, okay, I'll go now." Jasmine Yale's face turned pale with fright.
The man snatched Jasmine's wallet back. On counting it, he found only a smattering of small change!
She was poorer than he thought.
"B-brother... Can you please.. put the knife down?" Jasmine stammered with fear in her voice.
Fear was etched in her eyes until it became the only thing visible. She was truly terrified.
She had never experienced a robbery in her entire life.
Her legs felt weakened.
"Don't try to haggle with me! How much money do you have in your card?"
"A few thousand..."
"Damn! A few thousand? Fine, withdraw it!"
The man didn't even think about lowering the knife.
The coldness of the blade against her neck made Jasmine shiver. The fear had completely awoken her from her tipsiness.
She was terrified, gripped by fear.
Knives don't have eyes and with a slight movement, she could lose her life!
She didn't want to die, she couldn't die…