Who are you calling flat-chested?!

"You're ruthless, really ruthless—!"

Gibson took all those IOUs back with him. It's just money, right?!

If only everything was as simple as making money, then he'd probably have no worries.

...

Starfall City, Spring Villa!

The name of the villa sounds quite poetic, surrounded by all kinds of fancy trees, with French sycamores filling up the whole area.

Probably the wealthiest folks in Starfall City, even the whole southwest region, live here. The place is packed with single-family homes, each with its own garden, two stories, and fully kitted out from north to south.

The price per square meter is absurdly high—$180,000! It's the most expensive neighborhood in the entire area, no contest!

Gibson swaggered in with the front gate key, thanks to old Mr. Juarez who had smoothed everything over for him, ensuring he could move in and out of the community without any hassle. 

This mission had no time limit; it would only end when Gibson dealt with everyone behind the scenes who were involved in this research.

Old Mr. Juarez might not know much about Gibson's accomplishments, but he was well aware of his master's reputation. That's why he had so much faith in Gibson's abilities.

These villas typically have high-tech locks—passwords, fingerprints, or facial recognition—but they still kept the old-fashioned key locks too.

He opened the door and casually tossed his bag onto the sofa.

The table was littered with instant noodle boxes, the floor was covered in snack wrappers, and the sofa was strewn with women's clothes, including various stockings, and even underwear casually hanging there.

Picking up a piece of clothing from the sofa that still held the warmth of someone recently wearing it, it was clear someone had just changed out of these.

"Sonia, you're back! Could you bring in the clothes I folded? They're on the coffee table; I forgot them when I went to shower!"

Just then, a woman's voice came from the bathroom.

"Damn!"

Gibson was startled, "One fee, protecting two people?! I've never made such a bad deal!"

"Sonia?! Sonia?! Is that you outside? Bring me my clothes!"

He looked around, picked up the folded clothes from the sofa, and snuck up to the bathroom door, gently knocking before handing them over.

Soon, a pair of slender, fair hands reached out.

But then, she accidentally grabbed Gibson's wrist and started feeling up his arm.

 The next second—

"AAAAHHHHH—!"

A scream came from the bathroom, and the woman inside rushed out wrapped in just a towel. She locked eyes with Gibson for a few seconds before she started screaming loudly.

"There's a thief!"

"Catch the pervert!"

"I was wondering why my underwear kept disappearing from the balcony, and here you are, bold enough not only to steal clothes but now you're after me?!"

"..."

Gibson was speechless. What kind of mission had he been given? Not only was the pay low, but every situation was weirder than the last?!

So many women have stripped down asking him to look, and he had turned them all down. And now she was accusing him of being the kind of creep who steals underwear?!

That's just insane!

"Obsessed with you?! Please, my taste isn't that bad! You're even more delusional than the person I dealt with earlier today!" said Gibson, completely baffled.

But the girl wouldn't let it go and insisted on calling the police. She pointed at the clothes just taken off on the sofa and snapped, "And you say you're not a pervert? My clothes were clearly on the floor, and you picked them up, right?! Do you like smelling them too?! You freak—!"

Gibson: "?????"

Just then, there was a sound of a fingerprint lock being disengaged from outside.

"What are you guys doing?!" Sonia stood at the door, completely shocked, as the girl wrapped in a towel clung tightly to Gibson's arm, scared he might run off. "Sonia, you're finally back! We've been losing stockings and underwear for a while now, and it's all because of this pervert! He even broke into our house and he's after me!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I haven't touched a woman in a while, but you can't just accuse me like that! I'm not that desperate! Plus, I like women with, you know, more up front!"

"Who are you calling flat-chested?!"

Saying a woman is flat-chested is like telling a man he's impotent—it's a surefire way to get under their skin. She suddenly pulled open her towel, a move that not only made Gibson gape but also stunned Sonia at the door.

Wow, proving you're not flat-chested by flashing? Bold move!

"How dare you say they're small?!"

Sonia quickly came over and wrapped the towel back around her. "Are you crazy? You just let him see everything!"

"Ah—! That jerk, he did that just to annoy me!"

She grabbed the girl and hurried upstairs, leaving Gibson alone in the living room.

"What do they feed you to grow that big?" Gibson muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

Upstairs, in the room, Sonia explained today's events to her. The girl, named Gabrielle, was her college classmate. Lately, the two of them had encountered various strange incidents in the villa, clearly targeting Sonia but inadvertently dragging Gabrielle into the mix as well.

"What did you say?! This is the guy your grandpa set you up with for a blind date?!"

"Him?!"

"He's not right for you at all, all scruffy and unsophisticated! And... he's a bit of a lech! You're letting him stay here? We're two girls, aren't you worried?!"

"..."

Recently, it was just the two of them in the house, and at night, someone would occasionally shine a flashlight through the windows and even throw snakes into the yard.

They really did need a man around the house, and Gibson had proven himself earlier that day; he had sensed someone aiming at her and dodged a bullet with incredible reflexes!

She had no doubts about his abilities! Sure, he might be a bit lecherous, but as long as he could handle things, a little flaw like that could be overlooked!