Chapter 43 The Thief Who Steals Underwear

Chapter 43 The Thief Who Steals Underwear

Klein froze for a couple of seconds after hearing Carol's accusation.

"Me? Steal your underwear?"

Carol nodded firmly and pointed toward her room.

"My underwear that was hanging on the balcony is gone! I asked Will and the others, and none of them saw it! You're the only one in this whole villa who has the ability to do this!"

Klein was so annoyed by Carol's logic that he actually laughed. What kind of logic was this? Just because he was better than Will and the others, she suspected him of something like this?

"Why would I steal your underwear? Do you think I can't afford to buy my own?"

Klein rolled his eyes, but noticed Carol still staring at him with suspicion, even taking a step back unconsciously.

"You know, I'm a doctor, and I know a bit about psychology too. Your situation isn't too serious yet. If you're feeling a bit starved in that area, you could try meeting more people of the opposite sex."

Carol looked at Klein with a very professional air, her eyes no longer showing suspicion but a doctor's concern for a patient instead.

"Wait, when did I become your patient? Make yourself clear." Klein's face darkened as he looked at Carol. Was this woman treating him like some kind of pervert now?

Carol shook her head, looking at Klein with fresh suspicion mixed with a hint of sympathy.

"I know I'm beautiful, and I've attracted plenty of men. But I also know many women as beautiful as me, and they all have a thing for strong men like you. If you're interested, I can introduce you. But first, you need to change this weird habit of yours."

Carol's sympathetic words didn't comfort Klein at all—they only made his expression even darker.

"Listen carefully! I do want to sleep with you, but that's just respect for your beauty! Deep down, I'm still a gentleman, and I would never do anything disgusting like that! I certainly wouldn't steal a woman's underwear! Do you think someone who looks like me would lack female attention? If your underwear is missing, go to the police. Don't stand here suspecting me!"

Klein pointed his finger at Carol's nose and angrily threw out these words before slamming the door shut.

"This is crazy! You can suspect me of stealing gold, diamonds, jewelry, even stealing women's hearts—but stealing women's underwear? How is that possible? If word of this got out, what would my colleagues think of me?"

Klein muttered to himself as he threw himself heavily onto the bed.

The soft mattress bounced his body back up. After his initial anger, Klein gradually calmed down.

"Although Will and the others are weak, in the underworld their skills would still be at least second-tier! To steal underwear under Will's watch, the person's abilities must be at least stronger than those of the five idiots today! But they didn't try to kill Carol; they only stole her underwear. Is this a provocation? A warning? Or arrogance?"

Klein tried to guess the person's motives, but there were too few clues.

"Damn it, I'm really regretting taking this job more and more. This tenant is trouble. What was I thinking when I decided to rent out the house?"

Klein scratched his head in frustration. He deeply regretted his decision to rent out the house. If he could travel through time, he'd go back to that moment and punch himself in the face, telling himself not to make such a stupid choice—even robbing a bank would be easier than this mess.

"No, who knows if similar trouble will come knocking again. Looks like I really need to train Will and the others, or I'll have to handle everything myself."

Klein sighed. All he could do now was try to make up for it. He planned to train Will and the others tomorrow, at least to make them useful.

Klein got up from the bed, opened the closet, and pulled out a laptop from a compartment underneath.

After opening the laptop, Klein tapped a few keys, entered a password, and surveillance footage immediately appeared on the screen.

In the footage, Carol was very carefully putting all her underwear into a drawer, then locking the cabinet and carefully placing the key in her bag. After checking several times to make sure everything was secure, she let out a long breath.

Seeing this, Klein's face darkened. Clearly, Carol still saw him as some underwear-stealing pervert.

"Who are you guarding against? Really!"

Fortunately, Carol couldn't see this scene, or she would definitely scream in anger knowing Klein had a camera in her room.

Klein wasn't some creep who enjoyed spying on beautiful women's lives. He had hidden this camera in Carol's room only for her safety—after all, Carol was the first tenant here.

Will and the others must have checked Carol's room, but with their skills, they couldn't find the camera Klein had hidden.

"Now let me see who this underwear thief is."

Klein tapped a few keys, and the footage started rewinding.

There were moments of Carol changing clothes, but Klein's eyes showed no lust—he calmly skipped past them.

Suddenly Klein's gaze sharpened, and he tapped a key. The image froze.

This time period should have been when he was out on a mission with Jennifer, exactly when he wasn't at the villa. During this time, Carol should have been elsewhere in the villa, probably watching Will and the others install new equipment.

"This thief picked quite the perfect moment!"

Klein murmured softly. The frozen image showed a somewhat slender figure. Judging from the curves of the chest and hips, this should be a woman.

"A woman stealing underwear?"

Klein's expression was strange. He even wondered if he was seeing things wrong. This could be a cross-dresser.

However, what happened next made Klein's skin crawl.

The suspected female thief nimbly climbed onto the balcony and picked out a black lace bra from among the underwear.

Then the thief held the underwear to their nose and sniffed it carefully, even rubbing it gently against their face.

"If a man did this, I'd understand, but a woman... could she really be a cross-dresser?"

Klein's features scrunched up. He watched the video several times. From how the person took the underwear, enjoyed it, and carefully tucked it close to their body, this seemed to be just a simple underwear thief, not some killer's warning.

"Whoever you are, you made Carol misunderstand me. I'm going to find the dirtiest, smelliest underwear from 100 men and stuff them all in your mouth!"

Klein gritted his teeth and memorized the figure's outline. He was confident that even without seeing the face, just by looking at the body shape, he could definitely find this person!