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    A thin trickle of blood already marked her pale skin.


    “Nobody moves!” the robber eximed, his voice rough. “One step, and I slice her throat!”


    Belinda paused immediately.


    Her pulse hammered at her temples, and sweat soaked her blouse, chilling her skin.


    The robber dragged Car toward the door slowly.


    Car’s lips quivered, her eyes wide with terror. “Don’t mind me. Just save yourself,” she said to Belinda.


    “Let her go!” Belinda’s words cut through the tension, steady despite the storm in her chest.


    She edged left, forcing the robber to turn to face her.


    She pressed on, her voice firm. “Release her, and take the jewelry. The police areing. If you stay, you will end up like your partners, eventually locked behind bars.”


    “Quiet!” the robber roared, his grip tightening. The de bit deeper, and a fresh stream of blood spilled from Car’s neck.


    Car gasped in pain.


    “Stop it!” Belinda’s shout rang with fury.


    The robber opened his mouth to say something, but his gaze then snapped to the crowd. Bethany had slipped away quietly, inching toward the gun the scar-faced man had kicked aside earlier.


    “You!” he bellowed, pointing at Bethany. “Stop, or I’ll kill her now!”


    Bethany halted, her face pale, not daring to move again.


    “Get back here!” the robber spat, his voice thick with rage. His hand shook, the knife wavering slightly away from Car’s throat.


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    Belinda’s foot nudged a scattering of diamonds on the floor, her movements subtle. The counter’s spotlight, tilted just so by her, shed a beam onto the robber’s face.


    Now was the moment.


    “The police are here!” Belinda suddenly shouted.


    The robber instinctively turned his head, the lightnding in his eyes, making him squint.


    In that split second, Belinda acted. She flicked her foot, sending diamonds flying like tiny missiles toward his wrist.


    “Ah!” the robber yelped, the knife falling from his hand and ttering to the floor.


    Car twisted free, but the robber quickly grabbed her hair, yanking her back. His fist rose, aiming for her face.


    Seeing that, Belinda lunged, snatching a nearby jewelry tray from the counter.


    She swung it like a shield, blocking his punch. The impact jolted her arm, numbing her fingers.


    The robber’s other hand shot toward her throat. Belinda ducked low, driving her elbow into his ribs. As he doubled over, she mmed her knee into his face.


    Blood sprayed across his mask, staining the ck fabric.


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