Chapter 236: Chapter 236: "What Are You Doing in My House?

"This is just a small business, I don’t make much..." The malatang stall owner was still talking, but the bald man and his companion had already left.

She stomped her foot in anger and muttered a few curses.

Kyle Morgan and Zachary Conway shared a look of exasperation.

’People like that are just awful.’

When Kyle Morgan saw the two heading in the direction of Grace Holland’s home, he quickly told Zachary Conway to follow them while he paid for the malatang.

"Thirteen yuan." Seeing that he’d barely eaten, the malatang stall owner asked, "To go?"

Kyle Morgan thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sure."

The malatang stall owner quickly packed it up.

Kyle Morgan scanned a payment for fifteen yuan. "Thanks."

The malatang stall owner said hurriedly, "You paid too much. It was thirteen. I’ll send the change back to you."

"Don’t worry about it." Kyle Morgan took the to-go bag. "I’m off."

The malatang stall owner took out her phone, only to see that he had already left.

Watching Kyle Morgan’s retreating figure, she couldn’t help but sigh. "The difference between people... it’s enough to drive you crazy."

Zachary Conway followed behind the bald man and the short-ponytail guy, watching them stop to smoke in front of Building 511.

When Kyle Morgan caught up and saw this, his brow furrowed. He whispered, "This is Little Red’s building."

"This is it?" Zachary Conway’s expression grew serious. "They’re not going to make their move now, are they?"

Kyle Morgan: "Hard to say. Good thing the boss had the foresight."

The bald man and his partner smoked three cigarettes before entering Building 511, where Grace Holland lived.

"They’re going in!" Zachary Conway’s fists tightened.

Kyle Morgan quickly pulled out his phone and sent a message to the group chat: [@Grace Holland The two suspects are coming upstairs. Stay alert. Let us know the moment you hear anything!]

Grace Holland was too scared to sleep, shower, or even use the bathroom.

She changed into a yoga outfit, then put on two extra shirts and pairs of pants. After turning off the lights, she hid completely under her covers, her heart pounding erratically in her chest.

Seeing Kyle Morgan’s message in the group chat, her heart leaped into her throat, and she hardly dared to breathe.

Her hands trembled as she typed: [I haven’t heard anything on my end yet.]

Kyle Morgan: [Okay. We’re keeping watch downstairs.]

The thought that the police were just downstairs, ready to rush up and save her at any moment, kept her from panicking completely, but she was still in agony.

The apartment was dead silent. She thought she heard footsteps outside.

She threw back the covers to listen closely, but then it seemed she’d imagined it.

’Did they leave, or did they stop?’

Grace Holland carefully climbed out of bed and crept to the living room. Peeking through the crack under the front door, she saw that the hallway light was on.

A tremor shot through her heart, and tears of fright welled in her eyes. She quickly lowered her head and typed on her phone: [The hallway light is on! They must be right outside my door!]

The moment she sent the message, she heard a noise from the door lock.

Grace Holland: [I think they’re picking my lock!]

Renee Jennings: [Did you deadbolt the door?]

Grace Holland: [I did!]

Renee Jennings: [Go back to your bedroom and lock that door, too.]

Grace Holland: [Okay!]

She tiptoed back into her bedroom.

Renee Jennings hadn’t arrived home yet. She turned to the man in the driver’s seat and said with a frown, "I think they’re at Little Red’s place."

"Take a look at the camera feed." Henry Stark tapped his phone a few times and handed it over.

They had installed a miniature camera near Grace Holland’s front door before leaving.

Through the feed, Renee Jennings could see the bald man and his companion standing right outside Grace Holland’s door.

If the two of them managed to enter Grace Holland’s apartment, she would notify Kyle Morgan immediately.

After about a minute, the bald man and his companion turned around and headed downstairs.

Renee Jennings sent a message to the group chat: [They’re coming down.]

Kyle Morgan and Zachary Conway immediately took cover.

The bald man and his companion soon emerged from Building 511, arms slung over each other’s shoulders as they talked.

"So, is that lock easy to open?"

"As long as it isn’t bolted from the inside, opening that kind of lock is a piece of cake."

"Great. It’s all on you tomorrow, then!"

"How about we don’t wait in the hallway tomorrow? We’ll just go right inside!"

"Works for me!"

Kyle Morgan and Zachary Conway switched to a different group chat and sent an update on the criminals’ plan.

「The next evening」

Henry Stark watched on the surveillance feed as the bald man and his companion entered Grace Holland’s apartment.

He switched to the camera feed inside Grace Holland’s apartment and saw that the two had brought food with them and were casually eating.

"These two are outrageous!" Levi Hollis said angrily.

Zachary Conway sighed. "This is nothing. Their true objective is what’s really sickening."

"You’re right." Levi Hollis’s brow furrowed.

The minutes and seconds ticked by, and soon it was the dead of night.

The bald man and his companion turned off the lights and fell into a deep sleep on Grace Holland’s bed.

They had even set an alarm.

The bald man glanced at the time on his phone. "A little over ten minutes left."

The short-ponytail guy, his hair now undone, rubbed his hands together excitedly. "I really can’t wait."

"Heh, you punk!" The bald man chuckled. "Never been with a woman before?"

The short-ponytail guy replied disdainfully, "So what? I know how it works. I’ve seen plenty of videos!"

The bald man said, "Oh, please. In a bit, let your big bro here give you a demonstration. You just watch and learn."

Just as the two were discussing their filthy plans, they suddenly heard a door opening behind them.

"Shh!" The bald man listened intently. "The chick is back."

A lewd grin spread across the short-ponytail guy’s face.

A girl wearing a red baseball cap walked in, humming a song as she switched on the light. "I don’t dare open my eyes, hope it’s just my illusion..."

She set her canvas tote on the coffee table and sat on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.

Seeing that she wasn’t coming into the bedroom, the two men hiding inside grew impatient and decided to just jump out.

"Hand over the money!" The bald man yelled, holding a paring knife.

"AHH—" The girl shrieked, terrified by their appearance. "How did you get into my home?"

The bald man sneered, "Cut the crap! Hand over the money!"

The girl quickly pulled a few bills from her tote bag. "Don’t kill me, I’ll give you money."

"That’s it? Are you trying to brush off a beggar?" the bald man asked with a disdainful look.

The girl’s voice trembled. "This is all the Cash I have... Why don’t you wait here? I’ll go get more money from an ATM and bring it back for you..."

She got up and tried to walk toward the door.

"Do you think we’re stupid? The second you’re out that door, you’ll call the cops!" The bald man blocked her way, a sudden, lecherous grin spreading across his face. "No money, huh? Well then, you can just entertain us two brothers for a while!"

"No!" The girl immediately hugged herself, taking a defensive stance. "This is r*pe!"

"So what if it’s r*pe? You should feel lucky I’ve taken a liking to you!" The bald man pinned her to the sofa with the hand holding the paring knife, while his other hand clawed at her collar. "Behave yourself, or don’t blame me for getting rough!"

"What you’re doing is a crime! You’ll go to jail for this!"

"Like I give a shit!" The bald man turned to his partner. "Get over here and rip her clothes off!"

The next instant, a sharp, intense pain shot through his wrist.

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