Chapter 391

Chapter 391:

As emotions played across Flint’s face, he grew increasingly agitated. “No way! That’s my private stuff. You can’t just snoop through it!”

Yet, his earlier insistence on inspecting Ashton’s basket was like a slap in his face now that he was the one facing the accusations.

Ashton, eyebrow cocked and a smirk playing on his lips, pressed further. “Prove you’re innocent, then. Or I won’t let this slide!”

With a swift movement, Ashton pushed Flint against the wall and grabbed the keys from his pocket, tossing them to a bystander. “Open his locker.”

Moments later, the bystander returned, handing a small bag to Dora. Her heart sank as she peered inside and found her missing underwear.

The evidence was irrefutable. With that, the crowd burst into an uproar.

No one would have guessed that the charming and friendly man was actually a thief with a bizarre penchant for stealing women’s underwear.

Even more alarming was his attempt to befriend Dora after pilfering her belongings, driven by his perverse cravings, leaving everyone shocked.

While he restrained Flint, Ashton sensed something sinister.

A dark, lethal aura seemed to emanate from Flint.

Ashton was keenly aware of it.

When Flint’s gaze met Ashton’s, his eyes sparkled with a menacing light that was far from ordinary. It was the kind of stare one might expect from a seasoned assassin, one who had claimed lives before. Indeed, Flint was an assassin. Upon learning of Ashton’s arrival in Staville, Fraser had acted swiftly.

Flint’s initial task was to collect intelligence on Ashton for his group.

However, his compulsion to steal underwear had led to his premature capture by Ashton before he could fulfill his primary objective.

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Opting not to press Flint about his connections, Ashton was cognizant of the possibility that Flint’s accomplices might be mingling in the crowd.

He avoided causing any disturbance, prioritizing Rosalie’s safety above all.

The police arrived promptly upon receiving the report, swiftly escorting Flint from the premises.

At that instant, a wave of shame washed over Dora. She realized she had been deceived by Flint, a thief. Despite his innocence, she had unjustly suspected poor Ashton. Embarrassed, Dora quickly expressed her gratitude to Ashton, and then excused herself, claiming she needed to accompany the police to provide a statement, and swiftly exited the scene.

With the main actors gone, the others entangled in the uncomfortable situation began to dissipate.

Seeing no reason to linger, Ashton and Rosalie decided to leave as well. After sharing a brief dinner, they retreated to their respective rooms to relax, thanks to arrangements made by Abrial.

In her room, Rosalie wrestled with a blend of nervousness and excitement. She pondered whether to invite Ashton in should he visit later that night.

She feared appearing too forward by accepting his company. Yet, she also worried about possibly disappointing him by declining.

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