Chapter 2

The delivery driver paused and looked at me thoughtfully.

"Do what? Tell me first."

I smiled awkwardly and made up a lie on the spot.

"To be honest, this address belongs to my friend's house. I think he's messing with me, deliberately causing me trouble! I want to ask you for a favor. After you deliver the goods, just secretly take a photo of the person who signs for it."

"No way! What if I get caught? The buyer will grab me and won't let me leave. Wouldn't that delay my work?"

"It's okay. You don't have to photograph their face. Or you can just look and send me a message."

The delivery driver hesitated, then made an "OK" gesture at me. I nodded in agreement, and he immediately left with the goods, laughing as he walked, sharing with Victoria how much he was earning today.

Twenty minutes later, the delivery driver privately messaged me with a line of text that startled me.

"Signed for. There's a woman there, looks about thirty years old! Dressed pretty sexy. She tipped me $200."

Someone was actually home? And it was a woman!

My alarm bells went off immediately. Could Victoria have come home early without telling me?

I had just lied to Victoria saying I needed to work overtime for a promotional sale and wouldn't be done until at least midnight.

Could she have taken advantage of this window to come home?

But why would she order these things?

An uneasy premonition spread through me. Faced with order after order popping up, I no longer felt any joy. I could only pack goods numbly like a robot.

The questions in my mind confused me one after another. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, eagerly pressing the delivery driver for what happened next.

"Didn't you take a photo? Did you see anyone else in the room?"

"I took a few photos, just a bit blurry, but you can still see them! I think there was a man in the room too, because there was a pair of men's leather shoes in the living room. I photographed those too. I'll send them to you."

"Ding dong" several times, and I received three photos from the delivery driver.

The first two were photos of a woman wearing a short skirt and black stockings. Her face wasn't visible, but her figure looked exactly like Victoria.

Those black stockings were torn in several places. Even though the photos were blurry, I could see it clearly, as if something intense had happened in the room.

The last photo showed the men's leather shoes, neatly placed in my entryway. They looked expensive—a brand I'd never worn.

The size and style clearly wouldn't fit me.

So... Victoria brought another man home?

My head heated up, and my heart exploded. Combined with all the items Victoria had ordered, I was about to lose it completely!

But then the delivery driver added another comment that made me even angrier.

"Oh, by the way, when I went to deliver, I ran into another delivery driver. They seemed to have delivered sexy lingerie, and there was a large bouquet of red roses at the door. Looks like this woman is pretty popular."

I collapsed, slumping in my chair for a long time, unable to recover.

With trembling hands, I thanked the delivery driver and added another $100 to the agreed tip as thanks.

Now I completely lost my motivation to prepare and pack goods. I wanted nothing more than to grab my car keys and rush home.

But soon more delivery drivers came, all urging me to process orders. After all, on a special day like this, suddenly closing the shop or marking everything out of stock would affect all three parties.