Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 133

In the parking lot, Rosemary's phone flew out of her hand, crashed to the ground, and the screen instantly shattered into a snowflake pattern.

One of the guys unceremoniously stepped on it, stomping a few times, "Are you freaking asking for trouble? We just wanna snap a few pics, and if you don't play ball, don't blame the boys for not playing nice!"

After saying that, the dude eyed Rosemary up and down with lecherous glances, sneering through his teeth with a grin, "Damn, you're built like a brick house; must've had a lot of...you know."

All kinds of filth were being hurled at her, and the looks they were giving her started to take on a different flavor.

Rosemary was dressed casually today, with a crossbody bag slung over her shoulder. She asked them coolly, "What kind of pictures do you want to take?"

"The kind you see in those adult videos, we'll shoot that kind."

"Alright, but we gotta do it in the car. I don't want to be seen." She removed the bag, holding it in her hand, "I've got plans for late-night grub with someone, so make it quick. My friend can't find out I got these kinds of pictures taken."

The guys snorted at that, thinking a pic was meant to go viral, and she was still worried about not being seen?

But their original plan was to shoot in the car anyway; in this pitch dark, the quality would be crap!

"Fine, but you need to hand over the car keys."

Rosemary pressed her lips, reluctant to hand them over, and the ringleader reached out to grab them.

Suddenly, she raised her hands and whipped her bag strap around the guy's neck, coiling it tightly with a quick wrap.

Taking advantage of the others being off guard, she maneuvered the guy around, backing herself up against the hood.

Rosemary looked like a demure lady with no fight in her and no weapons in hand, so these men seriously underestimated her. Turned out, she was one tough cookie with a spine of steel!

"You are doing this for money, aren’t you?"

"You think you can buy us off with a fat stack? We've got our own code on the streets. You think a little strap can threaten us? We'll see who drops dead first, you or our boss."

The talker pulled out a switchblade from his pocket, the blade gleaming ominously in the light. Rosemary didn't show a trace of fear, loosening her grip just enough for the guy to breathe. It took two minutes to strangle someone, but a mere second to stab her to death.

"The person who sent you for my nudes didn't tell you who I am, did they? Maybe you should check out Mrs. Maxwell."

"There are cameras here, and with the resources of the Templeton Group, before you try to off me, think about how you'll run, where you'll run, and you better take your whole damn family with you. Maxwell's known for being ruthless, and there's no rule that says the family gets spared."

Hearing this, the guy with the knife couldn't resist pulling out his phone to do a quick check.

Rosemary licked her dry lips, adding, "I made the first move, clear as day on the security footage. It'll just look like a scuffle to the cops, no serious harm done, and it's unlikely to,"