Jacob stared at the necklace closely. He was angry and anxious, and did not dare to act rashly.
Claire raised the small knife in her hand and slowly scraped across the necklace with the sharp knife tip, with a contemptuous smile hovering on her lips. "You are no different from the person last night. Both of you are the same… weaklings."
Jacob's heart almost jumped to his throat, and he couldn't help shouting, "What… the hell do you want?!"
Claire shook the necklace. "It's very simple. Kill the guy who hired you to kill me."
"Impossible!" Jacob rebuffed. "If you want us to kill for you, you've gotta pay us."
Claire shrugged. "OK, I respect your rules. You can just intimidate that person."
This was not difficult.
Jacob breathed a sigh of relief, took a step forward, and reached out to Claire. "Can you return the necklace to me now?!"
