Chapter 522 A Drunken Break-In

She was about to scream when she heard the door lock, but a large hand covered her mouth. She dropped her phone on the ground. At this moment, she was frozen in fear. The lights were off so she could not see the man’s face. All she knew was there had been too many stories of break-ins in the news, and none of them ended well. She remembered that she did not have a lot of money on her. She had a few thousand credits on her credit card but did not want to hand it over. Would the intruder fly into a rage and kill her if she refused to give him money? The man flung her toward the living room couch. She could smell the heavy stench of alcohol on his body. She fearfully clutched the back of the couch to steady herself and seized the opportunity to bite the man’s arm. The pain forced him to release her mouth, and she cried out, “I don’t have any money! Let me go! I can give you a card number, and I’ll borrow some money tomorrow and send the money to you. Don’t kill me!” Strangely, the man d