Chapter 92 — Jasmine Looking for Death, and a Tool Delivered to the Door
William stared at the house in front of him, disbelief written all over his face.
No matter how he looked at it, tonight's plan was going to have to be scrapped.
Breaking into someone's home without preparation—especially when the person was inside—was simply too risky.
The chances of exposure were far too high.
So the night passed without incident.
---
Today was the day of the school party.
During the day, Debbie and Fiona still had to make final preparations—snacks, treats, all the last-minute nonsense.
William had no interest in becoming free labor, so he didn't go.
After sleeping with Amanda last time, he'd neglected her for a while.
So today, William stayed on campus and accompanied Amanda to class.
---
Meanwhile…
2119 North Wallace Street
Fiona sat sewing the shoes Debbie would wear for the party, her expression bleak and exhausted.
Of course, she wasn't upset about sewing.
She was upset about one thing:
Where the hell was she supposed to get the $1,700?
Ask William?
She already owed him too much.
She didn't want to burden him again.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Debbie, go open it," Fiona muttered listlessly.
Debbie glanced at Fiona, feeling uneasy.
Her sister couldn't go on like this—she looked drained of all life, like someone had unplugged her.
Still, Debbie obediently ran to answer the door.
---
The door opened.
Jasmine stood outside, carrying two huge plastic bags.
"Hi, Debbie~ Is Fiona home?"
Before Debbie could even respond, Jasmine breezed inside like she owned the place.
"Hellooo, everybody~!"
There were only three people in the house at the moment:
Fiona, Carl, and Debbie.
"Jasmine?" Fiona blinked. "What are you doing here?"
"Sorry—I didn't call ahead."
Jasmine apologized first.
But what could Fiona do?
She could only accept it.
"Okay… it's fine."
"I just came from my sister's place," Jasmine said brightly. "I raided her closet and cleaned it out."
She lifted both big bags like trophies.
"Guess how many good things I found."
Fiona stared at the two bulging bags, stunned.
"That much?"
In America, clothes weren't cheap.
Two massive bags like that—easily close to a thousand dollars' worth.
"My sister's pregnant again," Jasmine continued. "So I thought… maybe we could see if there's anything in here that fits us."
To be honest, Jasmine's behavior had already begun crossing into Fiona's private family space.
But when Jasmine handed over the clothes, Fiona still couldn't resist taking them.
"Sure…"
…Sigh.
Fiona had always possessed the most flexible moral bottom line in existence.
"We can do it upstairs," Fiona said.
And just like that, she brought Jasmine up to the second floor.
---
Upstairs, the two women stripped down and started trying on Jasmine's sister's clothes one piece at a time.
Fiona was focused entirely on the outfits.
Jasmine, meanwhile…
was focused entirely on Fiona's body.
"You look really good in that," Jasmine murmured.
Fiona was wearing a black V-neck T-shirt with a subtle pattern.
Jasmine—wearing only a black bra—walked right up to her.
"Really?" Fiona blinked.
"You've got such a great figure~" Jasmine sighed appreciatively, looking Fiona up and down.
Fiona's chest wasn't huge, but her proportions were beautiful—
thin where she should be thin, toned everywhere, not a trace of excess fat.
"Come on," Fiona scoffed self-deprecatingly. "I feel like I look kinda fat."
It didn't matter how skinny a woman was—she'd still say she was fat and needed to lose weight.
"Oh please." Jasmine rolled her eyes dramatically. "Now I'm fat."
She pinched her stomach, forcing a little roll of flesh outward.
"This is baby weight. And my youngest is already six!"
She complained as if it were the most tragic injustice in the world.
Fiona didn't say much, but her mood lifted noticeably.
Nothing boosts confidence like comparison.
---
"Oh right." Jasmine casually changed topics while pulling on a top. "I talked to Hal yesterday. His business is doing really well."
"What does he do?" Fiona asked curiously.
"He's an accountant. Taxes and stuff."
Then Jasmine paused—like she'd just thought of something.
"Are you good with numbers?"
Fiona glanced at her, then nodded.
"Yeah… I think I am."
"Perfect." Jasmine smiled. "Then I can introduce you to him at the party later. He's always looking for someone smart."
Only then did Fiona realize Jasmine was trying to help her find a job.
For the first time in days, her heart leapt.
The $1,700 rent pressure was suffocating her.
But the next second, suspicion rose like cold water.
No one just… helped a poor girl from the South Side for no reason.
And the truth was simple.
Jasmine wasn't being kind out of charity.
She had an ulterior motive.
To put it bluntly—
she wanted Fiona.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Fiona asked quietly.
"What kind of weird question is that?" Jasmine's heart jolted.
She immediately swerved the topic away.
"Anyway—after the party tonight, are you free?"
Fiona didn't notice the deflection. She nodded.
"I guess? Why?"
"I know a really good club." Jasmine leaned closer. "After the party, we can go have some fun. I can introduce you to some people too."
Fiona had no idea what Jasmine was doing behind the scenes.
To her, it just sounded like a normal night out.
"Cool," she agreed.
"Great." Jasmine smiled brightly. "See you tonight~"
Then she stepped forward and kissed Fiona lightly on the lips.
Fiona froze on the spot, her brain completely short-circuiting.
---
Meanwhile…
At the Illinois Institute of Technology, inside an Organic Chemistry lecture hall—
Gregory lectured from the front.
William sat in the back row with his arm around Amanda's shoulders.
And behind them, slightly off to the side—
Theresa sat there like a storm cloud, staring at the two of them with eyes sharp enough to kill.
At that moment—
[Ding! Detected mission: Jasmine is slowly seducing Fiona toward the abyss of corruption. Host must stop Jasmine from leading Fiona into depravity.]
[Reward: WWII Ace Pilot Flying Experience.]
William: "????"
Oh hell no.
A home invasion? This woman was courting death.
---
William leaned close and lightly blew warm air into Amanda's ear.
"Hey, babe. Something just came up—I have to go."
Not far away, Theresa watched them whispering and practically wanted to charge over and bite them both.
"Are you coming back tonight?" Amanda asked, eyes full of expectation. "I want to stay in your dorm."
William didn't dare promise anything with Amanda.
Her possessiveness was on another level.
If he agreed and didn't show up?
She'd go insane the next day.
"Not sure yet," William said smoothly. "I'll call you."
After kissing Amanda on the cheek, he left the classroom.
Seeing William slip away, Theresa glanced at Gregory still lecturing.
She hesitated, bit her lip—
then bent low and snuck out after him.
In the hallway, William was already on the phone with Steve.
"Steve, I need a car."
"Doesn't need to be nice. Just drivable. A Fit, a Corolla—whatever."
"Alright. Got it. Meet me at the chop shop."
He hung up.
---
Behind him—
Theresa tried to scare him.
She leaned in suddenly and whispered near his ear.
"A chop shop…?"
But William had already noticed her presence.
He shifted sideways and dodged smoothly.
No anger. No surprise.
He only looked her up and down calmly.
Then he said:
"You're coming with me."
"What?" Theresa stared, completely confused.
But William didn't care whether she was confused or not.
Actually, he'd been wondering how to lure Jasmine into an isolated place during daylight without exposing his identity.
And now?
A perfect tool had delivered herself right to him.