Yasmin hurriedly hailed a taxi, and Ryan imdiately followed on the small electric scooter abandoned on the roadside.
The busty young woman was wearing a modest nightgown, likely having been about to rest. It was unusual for her to rush out so late, especially as the school was closing.
Yasmin arrived at a restaurant not far away. Two thuggish-looking n at the door eyed her with ill intentions. After a brief exchange, Yasmin entered a private room.
Ryan parked his scooter and, instead of entering the restaurant, chose to crouch under the window at the back of the store, peeking inside.
"Hey, Ms. Yasmin, it's not easy to get you to talk," a fat, big-eared man said, gnawing on a lamb kidney and washing it down with a gulp of beer.
His wine-red face was filled with lustful eyes, and like every man, his focus was naturally drawn to Yasmin's chest.
At this mont, the round curves that seed ready to burst out rose and fell with her breathing. It was no exaggeration to describe them as majestic.
Yasmin was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, "You scoundrel, what do you want?"
The fat man burped, put down the skewers, wiped his hands, lit a cigarette, and looked at her with a smirk. "Teacher Yasmin, I can't reach you on weekdays, but you ca quickly today."
"If you have any problem, co to . Don't harass my parents and my daughter," Yasmin shouted, her voice trembling with anger.
"Hey, what happened to them?" the fat man asked, feigning innocence.
Yasmin said furiously, "You dare to say it wasn't you who threw firecrackers into the house in the middle of the night? My father was so scared he had to be hospitalized."
The fat man shook his head, "Don't accuse . We're a legal financial company, Fortis. How could we do such a despicable thing? You should call the police right away."
"This ti they threw firecrackers. Next ti, it might be more dangerous," he added, his tone dripping with nace.
Yasmin, born into a scholarly family, had never dealt with such thugs before. She was so angry she could barely speak, pointing at him in frustration.
The fat man continued, "Since you're here, let's talk about the guarantee you signed."
"Your husband used the house and car as collateral to borrow 500,000 from our Fortis. Now, I'll charge you the interest according to the bank's rate. If you don't pay back a penny, we'll be in trouble."
Ryan, eavesdropping from outside, pieced together the situation. It seed sothing serious had happened in Teacher Yasmin's family, and this was the root of it.
"My house and car are only worth about hundred thousand Dollars. How could I get a loan of five hundred thousand? You're clearly inflating the loan and collecting interest in advance," Yasmin argued.
But her protests were useless. The fat man laughed, "Teacher Yasmin, it was written in black and white at the ti. Hundred Thousand was transferred, and four hundred thousand was in cash. You can't deny it."
"Besides, I showed you the contract when you signed the guarantee."
Yasmin said with a pale face, "He tricked into signing it quickly. You... you..."
"Your husband took out multiple loans for the sa item. Now the bank has taken away our car and house. Our money is completely wasted."
The fat man stroked his chin and said, "Now I have no choice but to co to you as the guarantor."
"I don't have any money!" Yasmin's face was ashen. She gritted her teeth and said, "You should go find him."
"Looking for him?" The fat man laughed as if he had heard a huge joke.
"Your husband not only took our family's money but also the bank's. He forged docunts and swindled a lot of loans. It was clearly preditated."
"He's suspected of loan fraud. If he's caught, he'll go to jail. And he sold all the companies before he left." The fat man knocked on the table and said, "Beauty... we checked and found that your husband's money wasn't used for business turnover as he claid. It was all used to trade in digital currency."
"This is definitely a loan scam. He must have lost all the money long before he ran away."
Yasmin felt like the sky was falling. She sat down on a chair, trembling, and said, "He still owes the bank. So, the subpoena is real."
The fat man chuckled, stood up, and said, "That's right. Joint debt between spouses. Even if I killed both of you, I still wouldn't get my money back."
As he spoke, he walked behind Yasmin, placing his hands on her shoulders. His greasy hands lingered, his eyes fixed on her deep cleavage as he swallowed hard.
His hands began to move downward, drawn to the plump, voluptuous figure that any man would instinctively desire.
Yasmin scread in fear, dodging him and hiding in the corner. Trembling, she said, "You bastard, what are you doing?"
"Obviously, I'm collecting paynt in kind!" The fat man licked his lips and stepped closer, saying, "If you're arrested and sent to jail, I'll lose all that money for nothing."
"You're dreaming!" Yasmin grabbed a knife from the table, the one used to cut mutton, and pointed it at him.
Her hand shook as she said, "If you dare co closer, the worst that can happen is we die together."
"Oh, a chaste woman. What a ti to be one," the fat man sneered, not moving closer.
He said with a disdainful smile, "Beauty, nowadays people laugh at the poor, not the promiscuous. How can you still act so noble after being cheated by your own husband?"
"You'd better think about your family. Today it's firecrackers, but tomorrow it could be a real fire. That would be troubleso."
The fat man was clearly a veteran in this field, breaking her defenses step by step.
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