Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 643: Thief?
In terms of power, wealth, or appearance, he couldnโt compare to Matthew Saxon, but he knew that Scarlett Yates despised womanizers the most.
So, his only advantage was being reliable. ๐ป๐โฏโฏ๐ค๐๐๐๐ฐ๐๐๐.๐ธ๐๐ฎ
He carried large and small bags in front, while Scarlett Yates walked behind him with empty hands.
"Should I help you carry one of the bags?" Scarlett Yates looked down at her two empty hands, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Do I really need your help with such a small load?" Jimmy Scott easily lifted two heavy bags, dodging her outstretched hand, "If you truly feel bad, just give me face and eat more later."
As they were talking, the elevator reached the ninth floor.
Jimmy Scott carried the bags out and took a few steps before suddenly stopping.
"Whatโs wrong?" Scarlett Yates caught up with him in a few steps, following his gaze forward.
She looked and was instantly startled.
Their apartment door, the security door, was actually open.
The keys were with them, and they had just returned.
How could the security door be open?
Scarlett Yatesโs face changed, nervously saying, "Why is the door open? Didnโt we close it when we left this morning?"
Jimmy Scott narrowed his eyes slightly, "It was closed this morning."
"Then..." Scarlett Yates looked at the ajar door again, nervously swallowing, "Could there be a thief inside?"
This was a likely possibility.
Jimmy Scott gently placed the bags on the ground, glanced at Scarlett Yates, and said softly, "Scarlett, just stand here and donโt move. Iโll go see whatโs going on."
Scarlett Yates nodded, "Be careful."
It was meant to be a very ordinary caring remark, something Scarlett would say to anyone in such a situation, but to Jimmy Scott, it warmed his heart, and he looked at her gently, "I will be."
Having said that, he walked slowly and lightly towards the door.
The door was half-open.
Jimmy Scott walked up to the security door and gently pushed it, not walking in immediately.
He stood at the entrance and peeked inside cautiously.
A woman swaggered from the balcony into the living room and then into the dining room.
She was holding a half-cut watermelon, spooning and eating piece by piece.
The watermelon already had a hole scooped into it, indicating she had been eating for a while, with a casual and content expression on her face.
That watermelon...
If Jimmy Scott remembered correctly, that watermelon was one he bought.
Thieves are this brazen now?
Everyone knows itโs after work hours, yet she wasnโt panicking at all and was leisurely eating watermelon, as if afraid others wouldnโt know the house was being robbed without bothering to close the door.
Eating away, she even hummed a little tune.
He had never seen such a thief.
He had never seen such a beautiful woman play the role of a thief.
To be honest, this outrageously brazen thief was truly a bona fide beauty.
Bright eyes, white teeth, skin like snow, a waist-length cascade of wavy chestnut hair, estimated to be about 170 in height, with long, straight legs that could easily model.
With a face and body like this, she could easily live off her looks; there was no need to resort to thievery.
Jimmy Scott couldnโt help but show a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Was this woman really a thief?
"Oh!" The woman suddenly noticed him, her cat-like charming eyes wide open, "Are you that pretty boy named Scott?"
