Robbing Jake's Place!

"Rob?" Mike Peterson trembled a bit and said timidly: "That's illegal!"

Useless! Michelle looked down on her fiancé even more. He was clearly tall and burly, yet as cowardly as a little girl. Michelle said angrily: "Then what do we do? Are we just going to starve to death? In that case, I might as well go with him!"

"No way!" Mike Peterson weakly resisted, his heart utterly heartbroken. Giving his beloved woman to another man was something Mike Peterson simply couldn't accept. But robbing someone also scared him a bit. He had money and a beautiful wife; if he got arrested by the police after a robbery, his family fortune and beautiful wife would benefit others!

He's such a waste! Michelle disdained him in her heart. She was a very shrewd woman. During peaceful times, she chose Mike Peterson only because he was rich and weak-willed, easy to control. But now, the times had changed! She knew that following a wuss like this man in the apocalypse meant she was dead meat. A beautiful woman like herself, without a powerful backer in chaotic times, her fate would definitely be bad. Starving to death was probably the most comfortable outcome.

Michelle remembered the torture methods men use against women in movies and couldn't help but tremble a bit. She continued to provoke Mike Peterson: "Don't worry, I'll even give you half of the food I exchange for!"

Michelle still loves me! Mike Peterson's body started trembling all over: "That's not what I meant! No way, really no way!"

Michelle said with wide eyes: "This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what do you say we should do! Are we just going to wait here and starve to death!"

Mike Peterson mumbled and dared not speak. His mind was a mess. One moment he wanted to charge into Jake's home and just rob him of his stuff and be done with it. But he was also terrified beyond belief. Another moment he thought, maybe just let Michelle go with Jake and be done with it? At least he couldn't let Michelle starve to death, and he could also get some food by following along. But thinking this way, he felt incredibly frustrated in his heart; a fire was burning fiercely within him.

Michelle then coldly spoke her true thoughts: "I'm going to Jake's place right now."

Mike Peterson suddenly lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot, blue veins bulging on his forehead. He pleaded: "Michelle..."

Michelle saw he was about to lose control and, fearing Mike Peterson might throw a fit, quickly patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry! I won't let him touch me. You know I have experience controlling men..." As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she had said too much.

Mike Peterson was confused: "Baby, what do you mean by that? Could it be you treat me the same way...?" He immediately thought of himself. He had never truly been intimate with Michelle for so long, and he felt a vague dissatisfaction in his heart.

Michelle's heart tightened. She quickly turned the tables and slapped Mike Peterson across the face.

Slap!

This slap directly interrupted Mike Peterson's anger. Mike Peterson covered his face and asked, confused: "Baby, why did you hit me?"

Michelle pointed at Mike Peterson's nose and cursed with red-rimmed eyes: "Peterson, what are you thinking! Aren't I doing this for us?! You useless man, I have no choice but to sell myself to get food for you, and you even doubt my motives! Mike Peterson, I got engaged to you for nothing! You actually dare to compare yourself to Jake!"

Mike Peterson then realized. That's right, I'm not like Jake! I'm Michelle's fiancé. Michelle normally wouldn't even look at Jake properly once; it's impossible she'd be interested in him!

"Sorry, Michelle!" Mike Peterson hurriedly apologized.

Michelle wiped away tears, sat in front of the dressing table and started putting on makeup, and said coldly: "No matter what, I'll bring back food for you. I can't let you starve to death."

Baby is doing this for me! Mike Peterson's heart ached. He watched his fiancée carefully put on makeup for another man, secretly hating himself for being useless.

Her dejected look vanished, her stunningly beautiful features returned, radiant and dazzling. She put on black stockings, high heels, picked up her handbag, and stood up.

Mike Peterson's hands and feet were trembling: "You can't go! What if that bastard forces you?!"

Michelle looked at Mike Peterson, deliberately put on a pitiful, moving expression to provoke him: "I brought condoms..."

Mike Peterson's mind exploded, and he completely lost control. With red eyes, he said fiercely: "Michelle, I'll go with you! We'll take all his stuff!"

Michelle was surprised and delighted: "Really?" She didn't want to face Jake either. For her, compared to a strange man, the weak-willed Mike Peterson was easier to control. Mike Peterson had been emotionally manipulated by her for so long, it was ingrained.

Mike Peterson said angrily and fearfully: "Really! I'm going to... take everything from him! Baby, if I get arrested by the police, will you wait for me?"

Useless! Michelle disdained him in her heart, but said aloud: "Of course! I'll wait for you my whole life! Right, bring some cash. Then, when you've taken the stuff, we'll throw the money at him, then it won't count as robbery!"

Mike Peterson's eyes lit up: "Good idea!"

The two discussed the details. Then, Michelle sent a voice message to Jake:

"It's Michelle. I'll come over and keep you company for a night, but you have to give me 5 boxes of instant noodles."

Mike Peterson heard this and was so angry his mouth twitched: "Baby, why are you saying it like that..."

Michelle stared with wide eyes and cursed: "Don't you understand feigning compliance? We have to negotiate a price to make Jake believe us and lower his guard! Isn't this for both of us!"

Mike Peterson understood the logic, but still felt incredibly wronged.

Jake sent back a voice message:

"No way, 1 box at most. I only have 3 left."

Michelle: "I don't believe you, you just wasted so many steaks!"

Jake: "Believe it or not!"

Michelle frowned: "Then only keep you company for an hour."

Jake insisted: "One night! Must be one night! This is me giving Fatty Mike face. Other women who come here won't be leaving!"

Mike Peterson's eyelids twitched. Is this bastard giving me face?! He's stomping on my face!

Michelle also blushed slightly. She was a woman who hadn't been intimate with a man before, and discussing this in front of her fiancé made her incredibly awkward: "Then 2 hours."

Jake:

"One night is one night, if you don't come then forget it."

Michelle felt the price was right, then sent the message:

"Okay, I'll come over right away, prepare yourself."

Jake chuckled:

"Boss's fiancée, wear something skimpy. I like short skirts, black stockings, high heels..."

Michelle blushed and quickly cut off the voice message. Mike Peterson was so enraged he wanted to bash his head against the wall, furiously waving the kitchen knife: "Damn it! I'm going to kill that kid!"

Mike Peterson was tall and burly, and had money. He always had a huge psychological advantage over Jake. Now he actually dares to have ideas about my wife?! He's seeking death!

Michelle comforted Mike Peterson and waited for him to calm down. Then the two began to act. Finally, Michelle hid some pepper spray in her handbag, and Mike Peterson carried that kitchen knife.

Mike Peterson carefully pushed open the apartment door. Their apartment was on the 19th floor, already submerged in the red fog. The interior was also reddish, but relatively faint. The red fog outside was much denser than inside the apartment. The red fog slowly undulated, flowing into the room like something eerily alive, causing a primal unease.

The hallway was completely silent, not a sound. The green hallway light just a few meters away, felt like a distant firefly, flickering on and off. No matter how sharp-tongued she was, Michelle saw this scene and felt afraid in her heart, wanting nothing more than to stick close behind Mike Peterson. Mike Peterson was also afraid, but behind him was his beloved fiancée. He could only force himself to be brave:

"Baby, stay close to me, don't get lost."

Michelle looked around nervously: "Okay."

Mike Peterson gripped the kitchen knife tightly with both hands, inching towards the stairwell entrance. Michelle followed closely behind him. The two walked step by step into the dense red fog. Visibility was very limited, only about five or six meters (approx. 16-20 feet). In the distance, it was a vast red haze. The surroundings were very quiet, only their faint footsteps could be heard. Strange animal howls came from the distance occasionally. Cold sweat streamed down her back, her heart pounded wildly. She regretted going out.

While walking, Mike Peterson talked to himself to build his courage: "Baby, how about we just rob Jake's place directly? He's on the 32nd floor, there's no red fog there."

Michelle's eyes lit up: "Good idea! I didn't expect you to have a brain after all."

Mike Peterson was praised by Michelle and instantly became overjoyed, saying cockily: "Of course, we'll just kick him out directly. If he dies, no one can accuse me of robbery..."

"Don't say it so loudly! Do you want others to hear you!" Michelle said angrily.

Mike Peterson said resentfully: "Oh, oh, oh."

Fortunately, the two soon climbed to the 21st floor and got out of the red fog. Michelle and Mike Peterson both breathed a sigh of relief. The stairs were still empty. However, having their vision back to normal helped calm them down quite a bit. They quietly climbed to the 32nd floor.

Standing next to the stairs, Michelle said softly: "I'll go knock on the door, you wait here. As soon as the door opens, I'll jam it with my foot, and you charge in!"

With the moment upon him, Mike Peterson was terrified, his hands shaking like he had Parkinson's: "Okay."

Michelle said disdainfully: "Can you actually do it?"

"...Yes!" Mike Peterson swallowed hard.

Michelle tidied her collar and hair, then walked demurely to the door.

Knock knock knock.

"Jake, it's Michelle. Open the door."

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