Chapter 420 No tricks
Harper finally got a good look and realized there were two dudes trying to nab her. Both were decked out in black suits, masks, and baseball caps.
Her mouth was taped shut, and her hands were tied, so all she could do was make these weak, muffled noises. One of them dragged her into a dark, sketchy corner.
Then, she felt a sharp prick on her finger, like they were drawing blood or something!
After they got the blood, one of them stashed a small vial of it into a backpack.
He said, "Let's bounce before anyone notices."
But the other guy, seeing Harper's stunning, almost otherworldly face, got all lusty and stopped in his tracks. The first guy noticed his buddy wasn't following and turned back. He saw his complice's creepy, greedy eyes locked onto Harper's chest.
"Move it," the first guy barked.
The creepy-eyed dude chuckled, "You go ahead. I'll catch up after I have some fun!"
His buddy immediately got what he meant by "fun."
In the dim light, he looked over and saw that Harper was indeed a knockout, with features like those of a painting and a killer body.
Such a delicate and beautiful woman was the stuff of their dreams.
But his partner in crime was more cautious and said, "We weren't told to touch her. Let's just go."
"I've never had a rich chick like this before. Her silky skin is driving me nuts!" the creepy-eyed dude said as he started unbuttoning his pants, impatiently adding, "Don't worry. I'll be quick. Five minutes tops. You can wait for me in the car!"
His buddy glanced at Harper with some regret. If it weren't for the surveillance cameras and the fear of running out of time, he would've wanted to have some fun too!
He swallowed and said, "I'll give you five minutes. If you're not back, I'm out."
"Go on. Go on." The creepy-eyed dude had his pants halfway down when he suddenly thought of something. He pulled out a sharp knife from his waist and pressed it against Harper's delicate neck.
He threatened, "You better behave and keep quiet, or I'll stab you."
The cold, sharp blade against her skin made Harper shiver involuntarily.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she nodded vigorously.
The creepy-eyed dude got even more aroused! Harper looked so beautiful even when crying. Her appearance was indeed very enticing, exciting him even more.
Seeing her trembling all over, he felt there was no danger and tore the tape off her mouth.
Then, with one hand holding Harper, he used the other to take off his pants while spewing vulgar words. "I heard you rich chicks look pure on the outside but like to smoke, drink, and sleep with multiple guys in private. Is that true?"
Soon, he was down to his underwear.
Harper's face turned red with panic, and she said, "Sir, I can give you money. I'm loaded. Please don't hurt me, okay?"
The creepy-eyed dude paused, a bit tempted, and squinted, asking, "Do you have money on you?"
Harper nodded like crazy. "Yeah, yeah, I got money on my phone. I can give you a hundred grand. That cool?"
The creepy-eyed dude thought about all the women he could buy with that cash!
If he had that kind of dough, he wouldn't have to worry about women. But this chick was seriously hot, like a sin waiting to happen. Still, he knew the difference between a one-time thrill and long-term enjoyment.
"Alright, transfer it now!" he demanded.
Harper, with red eyes and a shaky voice, said, "You gotta untie my hands so I can do it."
The creepy-eyed dude pressed the knife harder against her neck, making a bit of blood ooze out!
He warned, "Try anything funny, and you're dead!"
Harper whispered, "I wouldn't dare, sir!"
But the dude wasn't buying it. He picked up Harper's phone from the ground and asked, "What's the password?"
Harper didn't expect him to be so smart, thinking of transferring the money himself. She told him the password, and as soon as he unlocked the phone, it started buzzing!
Harper saw it was Francis calling! But she hadn't saved his name, so it just showed a string of numbers. The creepy-eyed dude panicked and was about to hang up.
Harper shouted, "Don't hang up!"
The dude pressed the knife against her again and glared. "What?"
"That's my ride-share driver calling. If you hang up, it'll automatically alert the cops," Harper said.
"You think you can fool me!" the dude snapped.
"Why would I dare? If you don't believe me, open the ride-share app. It has an emergency alert feature," Harper said.
The dude had never taken a ride-share but had heard about it.
One of his buddies tried to rob a ride-share driver, but the driver secretly hit the emergency alert button.
His buddy got caught and sent to jail before he could even spend the loot.
He looked at the number and felt something was off. Pressing the knife against her neck, he cautiously asked, "Why's the ride-share number so fancy, all the same digits?"
"That's just how they are, sir. Ride-share numbers are virtual, they all look like that." She glanced at him fearfully and asked, "Sir, have you never taken a ride-share? You can ask your friends if it's true."
Harper guessed that guys like them wouldn't take ride-shares and leave a trail, so she kept making stuff up.
The dude wouldn't admit it and cursed, "You think I'm stupid? Of course I've taken one!"
Harper tried to please him, saying, "Let me answer, and I'll tell him I'll cancel the order."
The dude pressed the knife harder and said viciously, "No tricks!"
Harper nodded timidly, looking super compliant.
The dude answered the call and put it on speaker.
"Hello." Francis's deep voice came through.
Harper's nose tingled, and she took a deep breath, quickly saying, "Sir, I'm sorry. I'm busy and have to cancel the order."
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