Chapter 170: Stripping Off Her Skirt
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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.
Jasmine Yale spoke in a calm tone.
Kamila’s lips trembled, she was speechless.
She heard someone call her name.
She raised her head slowly…
Kamila Zahir’s eyes widened in shock, surprise, and disbelief!
Wasn’t she just the mistress? Could it be…
Was she Mr.Cheney’s woman?
If so, hadn’t she really hit the gunpoint?!
“You, you put the gun down…” Kamila stuttered, her gaze shifting away.
Jasmine Yale squatted down, yet the gun, did not move a bit!
“Kamila Zahir, your dress is really beautiful.”
She reached out and gently touched Kamila’s pink fluffy dress.
Low-cut, ultra-short, backless.
She really dared to wear it and seduce Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney, is he someone she could seduce?
She overestimated her worth.
“How, how do you know my, my name is Kamila Zahir…” Kamila gritted her teeth, still trembling.
“Ms. Kamila Zahir, your reputation precedes you, how could I not know you?”
Her hand unzipped Kamila’s dress
With a hiss, the zipper was pulled open.
“Please, miss, could you let me go? It was unintentional. I lost my way and accidentally fell.”
“What did you call me?”
“I am not your miss.” Jasmine Yale sneered, “I want this dress of yours.”
“Okay, okay, okay… let me go, I will give you anything you want, I will give you anything.”
Kamila begged for mercy while crying.
Jasmine Yale’s memory fleetingly returned to her childhood, after her mother’s death, Nancy Emmett and Kamila formally entered their home.
Her mother had made a lot of beautiful clothes, shoes, dolls for her…
Since Kamila’s arrival, she wanted to seize everything from her.
Not necessarily because she liked it, just that she wanted to snatch it.
Everything her mother had painstakingly created, was just like that, snatched away by Kamila.
Sometimes, if Kamila couldn’t get what she wanted, she would cry.
When she cried, Nancy Emmett would help her to rob it!
She was no match for an adult, she could only watch as they took her belongings away.
That would have been enough, but they didn’t even let go of her mother’s belongings!
Her mother was a very exquisite woman and her clothes were beautiful.
Nancy Emmett ransacked the closets, going through her mother’s clothes entirely.
The nice, well-designed ones, all of them were taken away.
Back then, she watched them like bandits, storming their home.
Thinking back, Jasmine Yale brutally stripped off her dress.
Sylvan Cheney cleared his throat softly, looking uncomfortable..