It was late at night. Two people met in a deserted alley.
Seeing the woman walking toward her, Jasmine Garcia seemed to be delighted as if she had seen a rescuer.
She walked closer anxiously and clenched the corner of the woman's designer clothes. Jasmine said pitifully, "Louis and Wendy won't let me go. No matter how I begged them, they didn't show mercy. They hired a lawyer to ask me to compensate 300000 dollars. I really can't afford it. My family has made a clean break with me. Now only you can help me."
"Three hundred thousand?"
It was clear that the woman frowned, and her indelible sadness. "Although it's not much for me, it's likely to arouse suspicion if I transfer so much money."
Her voice became weaker and weaker. She looked around from time to time, afraid of being seen.