From the surveillance camera picture, Chester Yale could clearly see Evelyn Sherman running upstairs and then heading towards the guest room on the second floor.
Going into the guest room...
Chester Yale stood up from the computer with a mischievous smirk and walked towards the location of the guest room upstairs.
Without much effort, he found Evelyn Sherman hiding under the sofa in the guest room.
He lifted her petite body out.
"You definitely didn't put the blindfold on properly, did you? Or you didn't even count to one hundred..." Evelyn Sherman, not expecting to be caught so quickly, protested unwillingly.
"Evelyn Sherman, you made a bet, you have to accept the loss, strip." Chester Yale's gaze swept over her body, his eyes deepening.
"..." Evelyn Sherman bit her lips, unwilling to accept defeat as she took off her jacket, revealing the small camisole underneath.
Chester Yale's palm tensed, his eyes becoming shadowy.
