ᖇ4Y : ᔕᗩTEᒪᒪITE

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Unintentionally, I noticed that the garbage bag Phi Four shamelessly asked me to dispose of wasn’t filled with trash. When I opened it wide, a plethora of familiar luxury clothes revealed themselves before me. The price tags were in dollars—each item was worth around ten thousand when converted to Thai baht.

Holy bananas!

Not only is she devious, but she’s completely insane.

How could she throw these items away? No, where did she even acquire them in the first place? Did she steal them from the owner of that mansion she used to work for? And now she wants me to discard them! What if the CCTV catches me red-handed with them?

Jattawa Plengpradabkwan would unfortunately become her scapegoat. Left abandoned and imprisoned without bail, I wouldn’t stand a chance of pursuing my dream job as a lawyer.

Realizing the potential consequences, I make my way back to the third floor and knock on the door of the opposite room, determined to confront its occupant face-to-face.

When Phi Four opens the door and sees that it’s me, her face instantly contorts with a mix of irritation and disdain.

“What’s up?”

“Just get rid of them yourself.”

“Is it really that difficult? Just tossing them into the garbage?”

“Not really, but I have no idea where on Earth you got them from. If you’re truly innocent, then discard them yourself.”

“You’re overthinking it.”

Arguing with someone like Phi Four, with her irritating tone and expression, makes my head feel like a volcano about to erupt.

“You said you worked at that mansion where I delivered the pizza. That means you’re not well off. If you suddenly have these items and no longer live there, it could imply that you stole them and ran away.”

“You better write a short story and submit it to Kai Hua Ror. You could win 2,000 baht.”

Translator: Kai Hua Ror—lit. Laughter for Sale is a famous comic magazine in Thailand that has been launched since 1973,

“Oh! Really?”

Oops! That’s not the point, Jattawa! Don’t be greedy.

“Are you going to say it’s all my imagination? Anyway, just take care of your own trash.”

Honestly, my arm’s already hurting from holding the bag for so long.

Her beautiful eyes, as if they hold the entire universe, glance down at the garbage bag.

“It’s yours.”

“Huh?”

“Whatever is inside, it’s yours. But don’t wear them, because I’d have to see you wearing them every day. You can sell them. Just keep them out of my sight.”

“I won’t accept stolen goods.”

“I already resigned from that mansion. The lady of the house just came back from LA. She gave me all of these.”

“Oh, I see...”

“They’re genuine.”

Well, they’d definitely fetch a good price. I want to keep them, but I’m afraid she might be a thief.

“But remember, we aren’t friends. Don’t ever knock on my door again. It’s annoying. Or else, you won’t get the chance to make that confused face in front of me anymore.”

Phi Four delivered her order firmly, with a serious tone and expression. It’s evident she isn’t joking, but damn it! I can’t hold back my laughter any longer. It bursts out in a big, hearty laugh.