This was a watch she bought with several months' salary to look presentable when meeting clients.
"This watch looks quite expensive, how much did you pay for it, gorgeous? Are you some sort of little heiress?"
The man said as he leaned closer.
The cheap perfume, the smell of alcohol and tobacco, everything made Eve Sherman feel nauseated.
"It's just a fake, if you want it, take it."
Whenever Eve Sherman went out, she'd carry a self-defense ring or spray, but she took it off and put it in her bag when she went to dinner with them, thinking they saw her as a wealthy woman. Her bag was snatched away.
"Fake ones look so real these days, why don't you take it off and let me see?"
Their intentions were unclear, and Eve Sherman couldn't figure out their purpose.
If they were after money, that would be manageable.
If it was for something else...
Just the thought of the consequences from Liam Langdon's previous scheme chills her.
