Chapter 170: Stripping Off Her Skirt
This was his private handgun, which he would never let anyone else touch.
But, he still released it.
Jasmine Yale's hand shook tremendously.
The gun was not heavy, but when she held it, it felt like a giant rock, heavy.
The muzzle did not move, pointing at Kamila Zahir's temple.
There was a crimson color in Jasmine Yale's eyes, like blood, like a sunset.
Her eyes, unblinkingly watched the woman on the ground, just watching her.
Her heart rate quickened, and her pupils dilated.
She bit her lip tightly.
Sylvan Cheney accurately captured every expression on Jasmine Yale's face!
Even, the frequency of her eyelashes trembling!
Everything told him that Jasmine Yale and the woman on the ground, they had deep scores to settle.
Otherwise, with how timid she was, she would never dare to touch a gun.
Kamila Zahir on the ground was still shaking, muttering, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't...."
She was scared out of her wits, a bit neurotic.
"Kamila Zahir."