Chapter 2 The Overbearing Tenant

The sudden scream made Klein jump, and he instinctively clapped his hands over his ears.

But the sound was just too piercing. Without thinking, he grabbed a piece of cloth from the sofa, did a forward roll right up to Carol, stuffed the cloth into her mouth, and shut the door.

"Shut up! What are you trying to do?"

Klein's eyes were full of wariness, even tinged with annoyance. He'd gotten way too relaxed over the past six months. In the old days, if someone dared to come in without knocking, he would have blown their head off with one shot.

Perhaps it was the hint of killing intent that inadvertently showed in Klein's eyes that made Carol's whole body go cold. She froze in place, unable to move for a moment.

Klein caught a whiff of Carol's perfume. This made him drop his suspicions. A qualified assassin would never wear perfume; it would give away their position. Plus, her figure had smooth curves but not much visible muscle, which only made Klein more certain she was just an ordinary person.

"Are you done groping me, you pervert!"

Carol glared at him, spat out the cloth from her mouth, and shoved Klein away.

Klein rubbed his fingers together, savoring the feel.

"That chest and butt sure were bouncy."

"I'm calling the police on you, you damn pervert!" Carol pointed at Klein, her gaze unconsciously moving downward. Her face flushed red as she quickly turned sideways and pulled out her phone to call the police.

Klein calmly picked up the cloth from the floor and put it on—it turned out to be a pair of underwear.

"Damn it, you stuffed your underwear in my mouth! I'm going to kill you!" Carol had never suffered such humiliation. Her face went white with anger, and the hand holding her phone was trembling.

"Shut up, you stupid woman." Klein pointed at Carol, his face showing no kindness. "I'm the one who should be calling the police. Didn't anyone teach you to knock before entering someone's home? You should be grateful I was holding a piece of cloth and not a Glock. According to the law, I have the right to shoot you for breaking into my house."

Klein's voice grew louder and louder until he was practically roaring by the end. His angry appearance actually made Carol freeze.

"So tell me, what are you doing in my house? If you can't give me a good reason, I'll have to ask the police to take you away." Klein walked over to the sofa, preparing to pick up the phone.

Carol rushed over, trying to snatch the phone away, but Klein dodged with a quick move, and Carol lost her balance and fell heavily onto the sofa.

She hit hard. Carol's tight skirt rode up, revealing purple lace panties under her black stockings.

"Don't call the police! I'm a tenant here to rent a room."

Carol quickly explained. She definitely didn't want to be taken away by the police—that would be too embarrassing. But suddenly she noticed Klein's gaze fixed on her lower body. Looking down, she saw that her panties were showing.

"You pervert!"

Carol screamed again in anger, but Klein suddenly rushed over and pulled her off the sofa.

"My breakfast! I was hungry all morning making this!"

Klein held a flattened paper bag, pulling out a squashed sandwich from inside.

At that moment, Carol also heard the growling from Klein's stomach and realized he probably hadn't eaten all morning.

"So he was staring at his breakfast, oh my god, what was I thinking?"

Carol felt somewhat ashamed for a moment.

"Just go. I don't want a rude tenant like you." Klein held the paper bag, looking angry.

"I'm sorry, I'll pay for your breakfast, and I'll add some extra rent to express my apology." Carol might be spoiled, but she wasn't impolite.

At the same time, Klein felt a surge of quiet satisfaction.

"Looks like my acting isn't bad. I finally fooled this girl. She probably won't pursue the matter of me stuffing underwear in her mouth and groping her."

Klein laughed to himself, but on the surface, his expression stayed cold.

"How much can you give me? The rent here is very expensive."

"Is this enough?" Carol pulled out a stack of bills from her handbag and placed them on the table.

Seeing the stack of bills, Klein's eyes practically turned into dollar signs. He quickly grabbed the money and, just by flipping through it, knew exactly how much it was.

Carol watched Klein's greedy behavior, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"Father was right, this guy really is greedy for money."

"This money is only enough for three months, but during these three months I'll definitely take good care of you." Klein blocked Carol's path. Today, no matter what, he had to make sure this beautiful woman stayed. He really needed the money.

"I might not stay for three months, but don't worry, the money is yours either way." Carol walked toward the stairs with her hands behind her back. "Bring my suitcase up. Oh, and which room is mine?"

"Yes, beautiful lady, happy to serve you." Klein lifted Carol's suitcase with one hand and pointed to a room at the corner of the second floor. "Your room is there!"

Carol's eyes twitched. Her suitcase didn't contain clothes or anything like that, but a bunch of precision scientific instruments. These things weren't light, yet this guy could lift it with one hand.

"I don't like that location. I want to stay in the biggest room on the third floor."

Carol pointed to the room on the third floor, but Klein looked troubled because that room was his. It not only had a private balcony but also a wonderful attic.

"What? Don't want to? Then I won't rent." Carol was made to go downstairs but was stopped by Klein.

"Wait a moment, I'll get the room ready for you right away." Klein's face showed a flattering smile. For that damn property tax, he'd endure it. It was less than three months anyway.

"Do you have any other requirements?" Klein asked while carrying the suitcase, about to enter the room. But he soon regretted it.

"I do have a few requirements, actually." Carol tilted her head and counted on her fingers:

"You must arrange my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You can't knock on my door without my permission. After nine at night, you're not allowed to make any noise. Also, you must shower once a day—I'm very particular about hygiene. The villa must be cleaned every day. You're not allowed to bring prostitutes into this villa—I can't stand the smell of their cheap perfume. Your other tenants must be female and must pass my inspection before moving in... That's all I can think of for now. If there's anything else, I'll let you know."

Klein's mouth fell open. He suddenly had the urge to throw the suitcase, along with the woman in front of him, out of the villa.

And just as he was about to do exactly that, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Another tenant?"

Klein put down the suitcase, ready to temporarily escape from this domineering woman.