BXBX NOVEL Chapter 172 - 172: Miss, The Breasts Are Fake
Huh???
Is Sylvan Cheney really that sensitive?
Jasmine Yale was incredulous.
He’s an old-timer, pretending to be a naive boy.
Jasmine Yale took liberties, unclasping Kamila Zahir’s bra.
“This is what I want. Are you unwilling to give?”
Kamila Zahir’s makeup was ruined by her tears, she pleaded in a distressed voice, “Please, don’t undress me. Can you spare me some dignity? I still need to go out later.”
Jasmine Yale prodded the gun at her head, “Oh, really?”
“No, no, no, don’t… please, if you like it, just take it, take it…”
Kamila Zahir’s pupils dilated with fear, panic, and confusion.
“I just like other people’s things,” Jasmine Yale smirked, “The things I snatch are the best.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Kamila Zahir dare not breathe, sweat formed on her back.
She trembled non-stop, not daring to look Jasmine Yale in the eye.
Jasmine Yale ignored her plea, took off her dress and bra without touching her body, and flung them into a nearby bin.
Kamila Zahir was almost naked.
She seemed utterly embarrassed.
“Well developed.”
Jasmine Yale looked pointedly at some parts of her body.
Kamila Zahir trembled with fear and choked out, “Please, they’re fake…”
“Oh, no wonder. I thought you were well-nourished.”
“Can you let me go now?”
Kamila pleaded, looking at Jasmine with a fearful expression.
Surely this woman must work for Mr. Cheney, or else she would not hate her so much.
She would never flirt with Mr. Cheney again.
She hadn’t expected Mr. Cheney’s women to be so jealous.
She did not link Jasmine to Mr. Cheney since she was not wearing any branded apparel.
Who would have thought…
“Sure, you have a nice voice.”
Jasmine Yale smiled, a smile that was seemingly harmless.
“No, no, no, please…”
Kamila Zahir thought Jasmine Yale had something in mind. What if she silenced her permanently?
God, this woman is terrifying.
“What are you thinking?” Jasmine Yale looked at her, “Your voice is so beautiful. Will you call me, ‘Auntie’?”
“Yes, yes…” Kamila Zahir breathed a sigh of relief, “Auntie, Auntie, Auntie…”
She was almost begging on her knees.
A wise man doesn’t fight when the odds are against him, she was afraid, afraid of guns.
“Look at you, crying so sadly. Am I that scary?”
“No, no, you’re very pretty, very kind-hearted.”
Jasmine Yale sneered. Why didn’t she say that fifteen years ago?
“Get out!”
Jasmine Yale put Sylvan’s gun away, stood up, and looked coldly at the woman on the ground.
The woman on the ground, completely undressed, looked like a mudslide.
Upon hearing the command, Kamila Zahir stumbled and crawled, quickly heading towards the staircase.
Her face flushed, but she dared not pick up her clothes and ran downstairs naked.
Stumbling, she held onto the staircase and ran quickly.
Her heart was pounding as if it would leap out of her throat!
Fear, panic, and helplessness were spreading throughout her body…
Jasmine Yale stood at the door for a long time.
Not until she could no longer hear footsteps did she lower her head.
She realized, until now, her hand which held the gun was still shaking.
She quickly went into the suite to return the gun to Sylvan.
She has never handled such a thing before!
“Mr. Cheney, here’s your gun, thank you,” Jasmine Yale called out.
“Hmm.”
Sylvan Cheney was already showering, the sound of water could be heard from the bathroom..