Maria went back to the No. 1 Villa alone. She was feeling a Little tired and wanted to have a nap.

But as soon as she walked into the villa, she stopped dead in her tracks.

An ordinary person would not have noticed anything unusual about the villa, but Maria, with her excellent eyesight and perception, found a strand of foreign hair on the smooth floor of the living room.

It was a short and rough strand of hair—almost certainly a man‘s. Had a man snuck into the No. 1 Villa while she was away?! At this time, the sun was setting outside the villa.

While twilight was a beautiful time of the day, it was also the time of day that would start attracting thieves and other criminals.

Standing in the dark Living room, Maria held her breath and didn't make any sound.

She knew that, with the sound of her opening the door just now, she might already have exposed herself.

Now, she had to be on guard against the intruder, who might attack her from any direction at any time. Quickly glancing around, she noticed a showpiece on the shoe cabinet near the door. It was a wooden sculpture that looked to be about ten pounds in weight.

She stealthily picked up the wooden sculpture, intending to use it as a weapon in case she needed to defend herself.

All of a sudden, Maria heard the sound of hurried footsteps from the direction of the kitchen on the right.

Looking at the reflection of the glass on the cupboard, Maria could tell that the man was easily over six feet tall.

Moreover, he looked strong and muscular.

Knowing that she would have the advantage only if she made the first move, Maria leaped into action right away.

She hit the intruder on the head with the wooden sculpture, making him drop to his knees in pain.

The wooden sculpture then fell out of Maria's hands and hit the floor with a dull thud.

It was only then that Maria got a close look at the intruder. The man's forehead was bruised, but the rest of his face was clear to see.

It was Anthony. Later, in the bedroom, Anthony sat on the bed with his forehead wrapped in white gauze. The bandaging looked professional, which was yet another skill that Maria seemed to have under her belt.

But at the moment, Anthony wasn't in the mood to praise the woman in front of him. He asked lightly, “Were you trying to murder your fiance?"

Maria blushed and kept silent.

“You have no right to stay silent." Anthony's tone was still flat, but occasionally the pain in his forehead would make him frown.