David Harris was still holding his bag and politely declined, “No need, I’m mainly here to report in today, and I still need to get familiar with where I’ll be living.”

Although Mark Miller’s “Have a seat” sounded very courteous, as the current executive deputy director of the Anyang branch, he was in charge of all the work at the branch. No matter how polite, it was still an order. David Harris’s reply was also very polite, but this kind of polite refusal gave Mark Miller a sense of distance and inscrutability. He thought to himself, this kid really isn’t your average arrogant type.

Having backing really makes a difference, but what he truly couldn’t figure out was why anyone would come to this position, which was now the laughingstock of the police force in Shen Gang City. He just couldn’t understand it.

As he pondered, he opened David Harris’s file. One glance and he was stunned—he had never seen such a clean file before. There was only a simple table with name, age, and graduation school, and nothing else. After so many years as a police officer, this was the first time he’d encountered such a file.

Mark Miller couldn’t help but look up into David Harris’s eyes. He had a background in criminal investigation and liked to observe people’s eyes—many things, no matter how well hidden, would show a flaw there.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, a minute… There wasn’t the slightest change in David Harris’s gaze. It was eerily calm, so still that it was as if he wasn’t even breathing or thinking. Mark Miller grew more and more suspicious and amazed. He had never encountered such eyes before—no sharpness, no killing intent, just casual, composed, peaceful, and so still it was frightening, as if he didn’t exist at all.

After more than a minute, Mark Miller suddenly snapped out of it as if waking from a dream. He thought to himself, what’s wrong with me today, actually being affected by this kid? With a thought, he said, “The file’s introduction isn’t very detailed. Little Harris, why don’t you tell me your thoughts—your ideas and requirements for the job, or maybe talk about your previous work experience.”

Work experience—he had plenty of experience in fighting, training, and spending money, but none in actual work. David Harris glanced at the file in Mark Miller’s hand. “Everything that should be in the file is there. I don’t have anything else to add.”

The less David Harris said, the more curious Mark Miller became. But as a leader, and since he was currently vying for the director’s position, he didn’t want to get into any conflict with this officer who was likely connected to Director Dai. So he smiled and said, “Alright, your work arrangements have already been made. Tomorrow, go to the personnel department to handle your paperwork, then pick up your things.”

David Harris just didn’t want to get involved in anything else. He hadn’t wanted to respond to Mark Miller’s probing questions earlier. Now, hearing Mark Miller finish, David Harris immediately gave a standard military salute. After all, every child in the Harris family had received military training from a young age.

After watching David Harris leave, Mark Miller opened that file again, which was barely any cleaner than a blank sheet of paper. Suddenly, he thought of something and immediately checked the information sent to him by the city bureau on his computer. It was exactly the same as the file in his hand.

Having been a police officer for so many years, Mark Miller naturally understood some files were special, but this was the first time he’d seen one like this. Thinking about it, he opened a webpage—an internal police network. He now had a certain level of authority to investigate. Mark Miller pondered: with a connection to Director Dai and such a special file, if his file required a certain level of clearance to access, even if he couldn’t read it, he could at least judge by the required clearance. He even thought, maybe this was some special agent sent from above to carry out a secret mission, and his own rank wasn’t high enough to know.

Thinking this, he entered David Harris’s badge number and name. What he never expected was that there was no restricted access or locked information—David Harris’s entire file was just that little bit, nothing more.

……

Grace Turner’s rented apartment wasn’t far from the police station. For a normal person, it was a ten-minute walk; David Harris got there in less than five. The complex wasn’t very big, named Half-Moon Lake Community after the nearby Half-Moon Lake. David Harris glanced at the address: Building 6, Unit 1, Room 403, Half-Moon Lake Community.

He easily found 403. David Harris unlocked the door and walked right in.

“Who… ah…” First came a trembling inquiry, but as the question was being asked, David Harris had already pushed open the door. As soon as he did, a terrified scream came from inside.

David Harris was also stunned, his foot frozen mid-step as he entered the room, because standing in the living room was a woman who had just finished showering. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, and she was covered by a large bath towel. However, the towel was clearly not very big, mainly covering her lower body, while her chest was only half-covered.

Chapter 5: The Beautiful Roommate (Part 1)

“You… you… what are you doing?” The beautiful woman looked at David Harris in panic and fear. She had just finished showering and come out when the door suddenly opened and a man barged in—who wouldn’t be scared?

She took a small step back until her legs bumped into the sofa. Because she retreated a bit too quickly, she suddenly sat down on the sofa.

At that moment, the towel wrapped around her loosened and fell apart.

“Ah…” The woman screamed again, frantically trying to cover herself with the towel.