In just three months, I lost seven pairs of my underwear, which were worth millions of dollars.

After installing a pinhole camera, I found out that it was my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart who stole them.

Just because my fiancé always took her as me to vent his frustration and mentioned that I was pretty, she deliberately came to steal my underwear for excitement.

I suddenly had an idea and did something.

Since then, my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart had been stealing my underwear and she felt itchy every time she wore it.

One day, I went to the hotel she was in and saw her wearing my dog’s underwear and posing.

I broke in and asked, “How is it, wearing my dog’s underwear to have an affair with my fiancé? Is it exciting?”

My fiancé frowned and sniffed. “I’ve been wondering why I always smell dog recently.”

Valerie’s face was pale and she screamed looking at the label on the underwear. “Pet antibacterial fabric?!”

I touched my beloved dog’s head. “Good boy, your underwear has done a good deed this time. I will buy you new ones when I go back.”

——

Strange, when I changed my dog’s underwear, I found that another pair was missing.

I looked under the sofa and in the corners; it was as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

I couldn’t find it.

“Cooper, go look for your underwear. Another one is missing.”

Cooper was the name of my dog, whom I treated like my own son.

When he heard me say that, his face immediately drooped.

He looked everywhere but couldn’t find it. He rubbed against me as if asking me to buy it again.

I sighed, placed an order and bought another one.

It wasn’t until I finished dinner and checked my WhatsApp status that I saw my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart post a mosaic-like photo with a caption: [He said it was very exciting.]

I froze. I recognized at a glance that the half-mosaic underwear was not Cooper’s. So whose was it?

Even the “Cooper” hand-embroidered on the waist was visible to both of us.

I spat out a mouthful of milk tea. It was really exciting indeed.

I remembered something and checked the surveillance again.

It was confirmed that the person who stole my and my dog’s million-dollar underwear before was indeed my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart, Valerie.

Although this pair of underwear was only worth a million and was not worth much, stealing underwear was too disgusting. This matter couldn’t be left like this.

It suddenly occurred to me that Valerie had always had the habit of filming and recording. No matter where she went, she habitually took videos. How could she not film her affair with Calvert?

I hired a hacker at a high price and hacked her computer that night. The result was not disappointing. I found a video that shocked me.

Valerie was not only Calvert’s childhood sweetheart, but also his mistress outside. We had been engaged for three years, but I didn’t let my fiancé touch me, saying that I would keep it until after marriage.

He respected me very much and always endured himself by taking a cold shower. But every time he left in a hurry, he ran to his private villa to vent his frustration with his childhood sweetheart. She also put on a makeup similar to mine in front of my photo.

“Valerie, don’t talk. I don’t want to hear your voice. You only look like Carly when you are quiet and close your eyes.”

Valerie, who had always been in love but couldn’t get it and wanted to get the upper hand, could only obey obediently.

After they finished, Calvert held her in his arms with an unsatisfied look.

He disdainfully said, “Your underwear is ugly, old-fashioned and boring. Not like Carly’s. Her underwear is sexy and cute, always tickling my heart.”

No one expected that his casual words would be remembered by Valerie.

In order to get the upper hand, she stole the spare key of my house from Calvert and then stole my underwear. But she didn’t know what was beyond her.

She didn’t know that I never hung my clothes on that balcony. That night, Valerie seemed to show off on purpose and posted several WhatsApp status in a row. I raised the corners of my lips and suddenly thought of a good idea.

I opened the 598-person company group chat created by Calvert and asked in it: [Who of you stole my underwear? A total of 15 pairs are missing. I kindly remind you that those are my dog’s underwears. I advise you to stop doing evil.]

I sent it at 12 o’clock in the morning. After sending it, the extremely quiet company work group chat exploded instantly because of my words.

[Boss lady, are you sure? Did you send it to the wrong group?]

[Everyone in our company group is decent. How could we steal underwear?]

[Could you meet a pervert, boss lady?]

[That pervert may be blind and can’t even tell the difference between a dog’s pants, hahaha…]

***

After the engagement, Calvert asked me to be in his work group chat in advance to be the boss lady in order to show his love for me. His childhood sweetheart, Valerie, also worked as a secretary in his company.

His group of colleagues were more familiar with me because most of them were my neighbors.

When they bought the house, they got the lowest price thanks to me. We lived close to each other, so everyone was equally suspected of stealing underwear.

I didn’t care what they said in the group chat. After all, the purpose of posting messages in the group chat was to make things worse.

Seeing them explode the group chat, I turned off the silent mode on my phone and went to sleep under the covers.

The next day, in order to watch the show, I deliberately went to Calvert’s company. When they saw me coming, everyone was quiet for a moment. Then a burst of discussion broke out.

“Did you see the message in the group chat yesterday? I wonder which ruthless person dared to steal the boss lady’s underwear. Our boss lady is really brave. She directly confronted in the group chat. Whoever stole it should return it quickly.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Do we look like people who can’t afford underwear? How could we steal it?”

“Who is so useless that he would steal something like underwear and let the boss lady not find out?”

Someone came up to me and whispered out of kindness, “Carly, could it be that you are being targeted by some gangster pervert?”

I smiled and turned my head subconsciously to look at Valerie in a miniskirt. She was hiding in the tearoom. When people were embarrassed or guilty, they pretended to be in a hurry.

I deliberately raised my voice, “Alas, who knows? That pervert doesn’t even know how to steal. He thought he stole mine, but in fact, they were all underwears I prepared for my dog.”

Valerie paused and soon came over with an ugly face and pointed at me.

“Carly, we are all decent people. Why are you so disgusting? This is a company, a public place. You keep calling me a panty thief, don’t you feel ashamed?”

As soon as she finished speaking, the friends behind her who were on good terms with each other also echoed.

“That’s right! Who would steal your panties? Carly, you are a rich girl. Can you not be so vulgar and not presentable?”

“Everyone knows that those who come to work in our company are either rich or noble and they are not short of money at all. Who needs your used panties? You keep calling me a panty thief. You are still the boss’ wife. Aren’t you afraid of embarrassing our General Manager Calvert?”

As soon as the voice fell, the scene fell silent. Everyone looked toward the door of the office and I was no exception. Calvert kept pushing the door and when he noticed everyone’s gaze, he coughed awkwardly.

“Everyone, continue to work.” Then he waved at me. “Carly, come in.”

Calvert explained to me implicitly that my message in the group chat yesterday was a bit too much.

“The work group chat is a place to discuss work. Carly, even if you have something to say, you should tell me in advance, instead of talking nonsense in the group chat.”

He frowned. “Listen carefully to what you said. What about stealing underwear? How bad will it be for your reputation if it gets out. Is that appropriate for a girl?”

I rolled my eyes. Calvert had this bad habit. He usually spoilt me in everything, but he always thought I was his appendage, which was suffocating.

Of course, he thought it was inappropriate. After all, Valerie wanted to steal my underwear just to please him. I was about to speak back, but my eyes fell on the things in his drawer and I was stunned.

“You… How come this thing is in your office?”

The drawer was open. Inside was a worn underwear with curled edges. I recognized the lace on it very well. It was the sixth underwear I lost.

Calvert panicked and stuffed it into the drawer frantically. “Carly, you saw it wrong.”

Hearing this, my face suddenly turned cold. “I couldn’t have seen it wrong. That one is the same as mine.”

Calvert wanted to hug me in a panic. “My dear, Carly, listen to my explanation… That one is really not yours. It belongs to Secretary Valerie! She was changing clothes in my office that day and she took it off and threw it here. I didn’t notice it. I will definitely criticize her severely later!”

This excuse was too ridiculous. I looked at him speechlessly. “Do you think I believe it?”

Just then, Valerie came in with tea and apologized to me with a wronged look.

“I’m sorry, Carly. I can explain. Last time, I was careless and left my clothes in Mr. Marshall’s office… I’m sorry for making you misunderstand. It’s all my fault.”

I looked at them with a playful look.

“Oh? You really leave your clothes? I want to know, under what circumstances would you leave your underwear in a man’s office?”

Valerie looked at Calvert in panic and Calvert’s face turned pale instantly. “Carly, don’t think too much. Valerie and I grew up together since childhood. If there was anything between us, we would have had it long ago. How could I be engaged to you?”

Here it came again. It was because of this sentence that I firmly believed that he was innocent.

But I had asked the hacker to hack into Valerie’s computer and saw the scandalous video of the two of them.

I knew that Calvert liked me very much and the look he gave me was gentle from the bottom of his heart. But I also heard his conversation with his friends.

“Carly is the pure goddess I always want to marry. If she doesn’t let me touch her, I won’t touch her at all. But I am a normal man, I also have desires and I must vent with other girls.”

So, Valerie, the childhood sweetheart who had always been behind him, became his plaything.

I heard that it was surprisingly quiet outside the office and there were a lot of breathing sounds. Someone was eavesdropping. It was obvious that Calvert didn’t want to tear his face off at the moment.

I sighed. “Okay, then just consider it my misunderstanding.”

I would let you go today. After all, we would play a big game another day.

When I turned around, Calvert breathed a sigh of relief. “Valerie, go and see Carly off.”

Valerie sent me downstairs of the company with her signature smile. On the way, she whispered in my ear.