Emma took a step closer, feigning charm, "Would I lie to you? If you find out I'm deceiving you, there's still time to act. What can a fragile woman like me do, anyway?"
Seduced by Emma's delicate voice and underestimating her, the man nodded in agreement, "Alright, as you say. Let's go withdraw the money!"
In the broad daylight, the man's sleek black Bugatti sped down the road, with Damien Sterling in the back, his thoughts drifting to Emma's call the previous night and her hesitance that morning.
Something felt off. Mulling over it, he suddenly took out his phone to locate Emma.
Emma, followed by the men to an ATM, hoped to find a way to escape once outside.
But surrounded tightly by them, she had no chance even to run, visiting two ATMs without success.
The bald man grew impatient, "Not there yet? You better not be playing me."
