Chapter 2

Victoria opened the door and smoothly picked up my delivery while Vincent stood nearby, keeping watch.

The usually kind-looking old man seemed like a different person — brow furrowed, eyes narrowed, he spat viciously: "Takeout again. This kid really is wasteful! Anyone ending up with a partner like this would be furious."

He bent down and examined the potted plant by my door carefully.

"Victoria, does this thing need a battery change? If it runs out of power, it won't capture anything."

I zoomed in on a screenshot, and a chill ran from my feet up my spine.

On the pattern painted on the flowerpot, there was a tiny hole poked in one spot, with a hidden camera positioned to aim directly at my doorway.

The flowerpot was a housewarming gift Vincent had given me. I'd said I was worried about not taking good care of it, and he'd thoughtfully told me to put it by my door, saying he'd help look after it when he had time. Turns out there was a pinhole camera hidden inside it.

At that moment, Victoria spoke up angrily: "That damn guy is so difficult to deal with. I already took the advance payment, and a whole batch of clients are waiting to see."

"He covers himself up completely every time he goes out. Who does he think he's fooling?"

"Didn't you say you'd already gained his trust? How is there still no progress?"

"Hurry up and get smarter about this. Build a good relationship with him and get equipment inside his place as soon as possible."

"The people in the group love his hot looks. If we can capture some private footage and sell it, I'll really strike it rich."

The two of them whispered by my door for quite a while.

I understood now — Victoria was the admin of an illegal voyeurism group, making money by posting secretly filmed photos and videos of handsome guys.

Good thing I always dressed pretty conservatively when going out, or they really would have succeeded.

Their scheme was perfectly designed: use an elderly person to lower a young single man's guard, build trust through calculated concern, and gain entry to the home.

Install equipment, film secretly, and profit. If it weren't for the repeated missing deliveries, I never would have discovered that the kind-looking Vincent was actually a wolf in human clothing.

Judging by how well they worked together, I definitely wasn't their first target. Who knows how many people had already fallen victim to them.

After muttering for ages, looking all sneaky, they clearly weren't cooking up anything good.

Sure enough, they carefully cut a small opening in my doormat and installed another pinhole camera, apparently hoping to capture my private moments.

Mission accomplished, Vincent lovingly patted Victoria's head: "My smart granddaughter."

"This kid puts on airs all the time, but I saw through his true colors ages ago. Spending dozens, even hundreds on a single meal — that money definitely didn't come from honest work!"

"By filming him, we're exposing him! He'll probably end up begging us for mercy!"

There were only two households on this floor, and my door camera was positioned pretty discreetly, so they didn't notice it.

The two of them treated me like prey already in the bag, making crude comments about me right there in the hallway.

The video ended, and my heart turned cold.

Human hearts could be so wicked. The kind-looking Vincent was actually a wolf in human skin.

At least it wasn't too late. Let's see who's better at this game!