The villa at four in the early morning was eerily quiet.

Stella Brown’s excited shouting easily woke up those who were in slumber.

The first to arrive were two male coworkers from the Royal Palace, who came over in tank tops and shorts after just turning a corner from the adjacent room.

Next was Sylvia.

After that, a few other male coworkers from the Royal Palace arrived.

When Stella saw that Johnson Williams was absent, a ’just as expected’ expression flashed in her eyes.

She was still uneasy and asked the male coworker who shared a room with Johnson, "Where’s Johnson, why isn’t he here?"

"Johnson didn’t come back tonight at all. What’s wrong, Stella? Didn’t you say there was a thief? Where’s the thief?"

The other coworkers were unaware that Stella was here for a ’confrontation’. They had come with good intentions, thinking the villa was being burglarized.

Only Sylvia, with a puzzled expression, secretly observed Stella’s face.

She knew about Stella’s so-called theory of ’catching a thief with evidence, catching a lover with proof’.

Sylvia suspected that Stella was more than likely to have caught Molly Wellington and Johnson’s handle.

Without changing her expression, Stella pointed back, "The thief is inside... you all came just in time. Let’s quickly break the door open and rush in.

I just saw a man sneak into Secretary Wellington’s room. I knocked on the door and it wouldn’t open, and I yelled so loudly but there was no response, Secretary Wellington must be held captive by that man now.

I’ve been trying to unlock it for a while but it won’t open, and the door was even locked from the inside by that thief, hurry and think of a way."

While speaking, Stella pretended to be anxious and vigorously twisted the doorknob.

But the doorknob didn’t budge at all; it was indeed locked from the inside.

In reality, locking your door when going to sleep at night is such a normal thing.

They were staying in a group, not alone at home, so there was no need to lock the bedroom door.

But at this moment, Stella’s anxious and excited performance made others believe that a man had indeed entered Secretary Wellington’s room.

Even if there had been some friction with Molly in normal times, she was still a woman, and this place was the suburbs. If Secretary Wellington truly was confronted with some reckless man...

Thinking about this, a male coworker beside her already pulled Stella aside.

"Step aside, let’s break the door open together—"

The two male coworkers had just gathered their strength and hadn’t yet charged forward.

The tightly shut door suddenly opened from the inside at that moment.

Wearing silk pajamas, with slightly disheveled hair, against a fair and delicate face that seemed even more languidly charming, Molly Wellington appeared before everyone.

Molly leaned against the door frame, holding the door handle with her left hand.

Her graceful body blocked most of the door, leaving only a small gap.

"What are you all crowding here for?" she yawned, her raised hand move was indescribably laid-back and captivating.

It was strikingly different from the competent and stern image she usually portrayed.

The two male coworkers at the front ready to break the door stared blankly.

The Marketing Director who always had conflicts with her stuttered slightly, "Se-Secretary Wellington... are... are you okay?"

Molly’s black hair cascaded down, spread over her fragrant shoulders, her fair and translucent face slightly lifted as she looked at him.

"I was sleeping soundly, what could be wrong? Ha... I worked overtime past three and had just fallen asleep for a while before you all woke me up. It’s you who are making noise outside in the middle of the night."

The male coworker stared dumbfounded at Molly, even her yawning was elegant and enchanting.