She hadnāt turned on the lights yet when she realized, everything in the room was neat, obviously he hadnāt started rummaging through yet before she came back.
Thinking of this, Heather, who was drinking water, curved her mouth into a smirk and laughed.
He probably thought he was going to hit the jackpot tonight.
Itās just a pity, even if she didnāt come back tonight, he wouldnāt find a dime even if he turned the place upside down.
The burglar was stunned for a moment.
How did she know he had a ring in his hand?
The burglar slowly got up, still feeling some pain in his chest.
But when he saw the woman in front of him with a slim and graceful figure, he swallowed hard.
From her silhouette and her voice, his sixth sense told him that this must be a beautiful woman!
How daring she is to live alone in such a suburban area!
Well then!
Looking at how penniless this place is, there probably isnāt anything valuable. But he figures heās not out of luck with the heavens, if thereās no money, isnāt there... a woman?
After standing up and stepping back a few paces, he closed the door and said, "The most valuable thing in this room... isnāt it you?"
He pulled out a dagger and threatened, "Cooperate! Take off your clothes, let me have my fun, and I wonāt kill you!"
"Is that so?" Heather, still standing there without having moved an inch, picked up a pen from the table and marked something on the calendar on the wall.
"What are you doing? Take off your clothes for me now!"
"Whatās the rush?" said Heather leisurely, "Just making a note of which number you are."
The burglar was stunned for a moment. Does it mean...
Does she often have people do this to her...?
Heather took off her blouse, turned her face to the side and muttered to herself: "Left hand, or right hand?"
The burglar couldnāt care less about left or right hand, as he was already besotted with the alluring figure after she took off her top, and even more astounded when he saw the right half of her face.
Sheās so beautiful!
He couldnāt wait to step toward her, "Hands? No, I want everything!"
Before his filthy hand could touch her body, Heather executed a simple Roundhouse Kick, knocking the man to the ground, her foot pressing on his chest, rendering him immobile.
"Why would I need to take off everything?" Heather turned her entire face towards him, "Since last time it was the left hand, this time it should be the right hand then."
"Ahh!!" The burglar screamed out of fear, mistaken by any unaware listener for the victim himself.
This... this...
How could her left face be like this!
Sheās like half an angel, half a demon!
What he didnāt realize was that something even more devilish was coming.
She picked up the dagger from his hand and pointed it towards his right hand.
"You... what do you want to doāAhhhh!!!!"
The dagger fell between his fingers, sticking into the floor, but he was already so frightened he was trembling all over.
Heather withdrew the dagger, lingering near his crotch, "Iāll spare you today, but if you show up in front of me again, Iāll cripple you!"
"Ahā!" The scream echoed.
When the burglar crawled out of the place, drenched in cold sweat, he had a fleeting realizationāthe burglar who visited her home last time must have had his left hand broken.
What a terrifying woman!
She lay back on the bed, closing the door.
How many times has it been this month already?
She wondered, next time, should she record their screams and print it out to hang on the door as a deterrent?
This place has low rent, itās quiet, everything is quite niceā
If only these presumptuous burglars and rapists wouldnāt come.