Chapter 175
“Is there really an assassin?” Peggy asked, her brows furrowed slightly as she observed Cameron’s anxious demeanor.
“Of course. Why would I lie to you?”
“Where is Ms. Jones now? We need to find her quickly!” Cameron urged, his voice tinged with urgency.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Jones is safe,” Peggy reassured him. “Otis is personally responsible for her security this time.” Her words calmed Cameron.
“You’ve met Otis. He’s a top-notch expert, much stronger than you!”
Despite Cameron’s impressive rescue of the mercenaries last time, Peggy considered his skills far inferior to Otis’s. Otis was a real expert; he could break rocks with his bare hands, while Cameron’s efforts, to Peggy, seemed flashy but ultimately ineffective. If Otis had been there, his mere presence would have subdued the enemy without effort, she knew.
However, Peggy was unaware of a crucial detail: the ability to restrain one’s power is often more challenging than displaying it. That is a hallmark of a true master, distinguishing great experts from top-level ones. Lacking understanding of martial arts, Peggy could only judge based on visible strength and presence. She didn’t realize that true experts never flaunt their abilities.
“Otis is protecting her, huh,” Cameron muttered, accepting Peggy’s assessment. As long as Laura was safe, that was all that mattered to him.
“By the way, Peggy, where is Ms. Jones now? I have something to ask her,” Cameron changed the subject.
“Hmph, you just peeped on me, and you think I’ll just let that go?” Peggy crossed her arms, visibly displeased.
“Peggy, haven’t I explained the reason already?” Cameron offered a wry smile.
“Who knows if you’re really here to find an assassin? All I saw was someone staring intently at my legs, almost as if they wanted to touch them!” Peggy retorted. She was fully aware of the effect her legs had on men; many ogled her as she walked by, and she didn’t expect Cameron to be any different.
“Uh…” Cameron’s mouth twitched. He admitted to himself that Peggy’s legs were indeed beautiful. But his surprise earlier had been genuine. He hadn’t expected anyone other than an assassin to be in the changing room, let alone Peggy changing her stockings. (Note: The intrusive advertisement should be removed.)
However, traces of the assassin still lingered in the changing room, indicating the assassin had been there before! This realization made Cameron solemn.
“You’re putting on a serious act after getting caught red-handed?” Peggy noticed Cameron’s sudden change in demeanor and scoffed. “Typical men.”
“You pervert, what are you doing in the women’s restroom…?” Peggy began, intending to scold him for his inappropriate behavior. However, her expression shifted as she entered the restroom, and her words trailed off. She saw Cameron staring at the restroom’s high ventilation window. And that window, which had been closed when she entered, was now open.