CHAPTER 7: THE CHARMING GUY

I was looking around for the CCTV according to Manda's command. Ah, there it was! As soon as I got my superrubber, I pulled it so hard, then it bounced up to the camera and cracked it right at the lens.

"Good shot, Suri!"

"Oh, Manda, you're sounding like a football commentator," I blurred. Then I heard Manda snickering from her place.

After making sure the situation was perfectly safe, I moved to the door. Cool. I didn't expect it to be this easy.

"Hey, It's like I can no longer help you. I can't see through his house from up here," she felt guilty.

"Yes, leave it all to me," I said confidently. "I'm sure his jacket was still hanging near the living room. The evidence would be right there," I whispered optimistically. "I'll try to break the lock." Then, I ripped the keyhole in the main door with my hairpin. "Manda, bravo! I'm now going to open the door."

"Okay, Suri. The mission seems to be a success."

I sneaked in. The living room seemed to be very dark, but I could still see with little light of a garden lamp outside. And I was right! The jacket he wore to the concert was still hanging near this entrance. I slowly grabbed the jacket, then I searched the pockets. I was checking my phone screen, and it was this jacket I had installed with a wiretap. This point stopped just right here. Then I took a small bag of white powder immediately. "Eventually this mission is complete, Manda," I whispered happily.

"Who's there!"

I swallowed my saliva. That sounded like a guy who lived here. My body was shaking. Not a word came out of my mouth. It was dangerous.

"Answer it! Who's there!"

Suddenly I was ambushed from behind. It was really bad.

"Suri, answer me, please," the voice of Manda came out, she also began to panic.

I got caught. I tried to rebel, but this guy was so powerful. I could feel his muscles wrapped around my arms. I was gonna bash him in the front, but his leg kicked my back knee so I lost my balance. I limped with the opposite side. Suddenly my body was caught in his hands. I could vaguely see his clenched hands about to punch me in the face.

Our eyes suddenly met. He looked cool in a gray shirt and blue jeans. He was tall, athletic. He should be good at sports. God, why was I getting pounded in a crisis like this? Suri, this should be your panic moment, not your romantic moment.

My opponent arrested his fists. "Wow, hello," he greeted awkwardly. "So you are a girl, then."

I slowly stood firm. I was quietly catching my breath. I didn't know what to say. We were both so close together, I was afraid this guy could hear my heartbeat.

Manda sounded panick. "Suri, talk to me. Suriii!"

The guy looked at me a little long. His vigilance on me vanished for some reason. "What are you doing at my house at this time?"

I giggled nervously. "Before I talk more, could you take these hugs off?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the guy apologized, and then he stepped back.

I wished I was running as fast as lightning, but it was impossible. I was afraid I would wake the guard dog outside.

"Suri, come on! Face him, just break his leg. Make him faint. Then quickly escaped," Manda commanded.

I inwardly muttered. Manda please, how could I break the legs of such a handsome guy?

I was thinking to find a good reason. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, I'm about to do … census of the population."

"Hahaha! Stupid!" Manda laughed at me from a distance. Damn it.

He smiled as he raised his eyebrows. "Seriously? At this night?"

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