Billionaire Son

Chapter:38

When the students in the class saw Hailey take Brentley away, they all wore puzzled looks. No one knew what had happened.

"Tyree, do you think Brentley did something to upset Hailey?" Graham asked , his concern for Brentley evident in his voice.

"I have no idea. As far as I know, Brentley hasn't done anything that could annoy her," Tyree replied, equally confused.

"Man, if Brentley really did upset Hailey, he's in big trouble!" Graham said, worried. He knew very well that Hailey was not someone to mess with, and his concern for Brentley grew.

On the other hand, Colby, Ophelia, Farrah, and Taylor looked pleased with themselves. They were secretly hoping something bad would happen to Brentley, preferably something that would get him expelled from the university.

Meanwhile, Brentley followed Hailey out of the classroom, noticing that she didn't stop but headed straight towards the staff residence. He was puzzled, unable to understand why Hailey was taking him there.

Despite his confusion, Brentley couldn't help but enjoy the view as he followed her. He admired her long, slender legs and her perfectly shaped figure. To Brentley, Hailey's body could only be described as enchanting.

"Miss. Hailey, what do you need from me?" Brentley hesitated before asking softly.

"You'll find out soon enough," she replied.

Hailey replied with a blank expression and continued walking towards the apartment in her high heels.

A few minutes later, Brentley followed Hailey into the apartment. Once inside, Hailey sat directly on the bed, her long legs elegantly crossed. She spoke softly to Brentley, "Brentley Carter, you should know very well why I brought you here, right?"

Brentley was surprised by Hailey's words and responded in a low voice, "Miss Hailey, I really didn't see anything that day. I've already explained it to you!"

"I'm not talking about you peeking at me while I was changing!" Hailey replied coldly.

"Then what is it about?" Brentley asked, confused.

"Don't you think something is missing from my room?" Hailey inquired.

"Missing? What could be missing?" Brentley's face showed even more confusion. After all, he hadn't done anything when he was in Hailey's room. How could she be missing something?

"Miss Hailey, what exactly is missing?" Brentley hesitated and asked, looking at Hailey.

"Are you still not going to admit it? When I came back, were you hiding on the balcony? Take a good look at what's missing from the balcony now!"

Hailey pointed her slender finger towards the balcony, her voice icy as she addressed Brentley.

Brentley instinctively turned his head to look at the balcony. He noticed that nothing seemed to be missing, except for a few pieces of sexy lingerie that had been hanging there earlier.

"Miss Hailey, was there anything valuable on the balcony?" Brentley asked, still puzzled.

Brentley asked in a low voice.

Seeing Brentley's confused expression, Hailey couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. She then spoke softly, "Brentley Carter, it's already come to this, and you're still pretending, aren't you?"

"Miss Hailey, what exactly did you lose? Can you just tell me directly?" Brentley's tone was filled with frustration.

Hailey, seeing Brentley's bewildered look, paused for a moment before responding with a blank expression, "Brentley Carter, do you really not know, or are you just pretending not to know?"

"Of course, I really don't know!"

Hailey took a deep breath, seeing that Brentley didn't seem to be lying. She adjusted her emotions slightly and spoke softly, "I had some underwear drying on the balcony, and now they're missing. No one else has been in this room except you. So, did you steal my underwear?"

Brentley felt as if he had been struck by lightning upon hearing Hailey's words. He never expected that the missing items would be her underwear, and that she would suspect him of stealing them!

Though Brentley had seen Hailey's underwear before and found them quite alluring, he wasn't the kind of pervert who would steal them.

"Miss Hailey, I did enter your apartment that day, but I didn't steal your underwear!" Brentley explained helplessly to Hailey.

You're the only one who has entered my apartment. If it wasn't you, then who else could it be?" Hailey shouted, her fox-like eyes glaring at Brentley with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

"Just because I've been to your apartment doesn't mean I stole your underwear!" Brentley paused for a moment before quickly continuing, "Oh, right, Miss Hailey, when I came to your apartment, I noticed someone else was there. That's why I ran to the balcony.

But by the time I got there, that person had already fled. Maybe it was that person who stole your underwear?"

Even though Brentley knew the story about the thief on the balcony was something he made up, he had no choice but to use this excuse to clear his name.

"No way. My underwear was still there when you left. I only noticed it was missing when I came back in the evening!" Hailey immediately dismissed Brentley's explanation.

"Exactly! Since you said it yourself, Miss Hailey, the underwear was still there when I left. So how can you be sure I took it?" Brentley quickly added.

Hailey was taken aback by Brentley's words and then muttered, "Maybe you came back later and stole it?"

" Isn't that a bit unfair? I've been to your apartment many times. If I really wanted to steal your underwear, why didn't I do it before? Why now?" Brentley said, his tone filled with frustration.

Hailey looked at Brentley and suddenly realized that his words made sense. If Brentley had really planned to steal her underwear, there was no reason for him to do it this time specifically.

"I think it must have been that thief who stole your underwear. When I came in, he was probably planning to take it but got scared off when I showed up. Later, after we both left, he must have come back to steal it," Brentley said, seizing the opportunity to persuade Hailey.

Hailey narrowed her alluring fox-like eyes at Brentley, contemplating his words.

Brentley felt extremely nervous, unsure if she would believe his story.

But regardless, he knew he hadn't stolen her underwear. The real pervert must be someone else.

"Are you sure you didn't steal my underwear?" Hailey hesitated, softly asking Brentley.

"No, absolutely not!" Brentley replied firmly.

Brentley shook his head vigorously without a second thought.

"Alright then, I'll believe you this time. But you better not let me find out you're the pervert, or you'll see what happens!" Hailey's voice was icy as she addressed Brentley.

"I swear, I didn't steal your underwear. Why would I even do that?" Brentley declared with conviction.

"Do you really not know why you boys would steal my underwear?" Hailey replied with a half-smile. She then stretched lazily and continued, "Little Brentley, don't think I don't know what those boys in our class think when they look at me. You must gossip about me a lot behind my back, right?"

"Uh..." Brentley was stunned by Hailey's words, his face showing a conflicted expression, unsure of how to respond.

Seeing Brentley's reaction, Hailey couldn't help but smile seductively. She then took off her jacket, revealing her alluring figure. She was wearing a white shirt underneath, her fair skin and prominent curves making her look exceptionally enticing.

"Little Brentley, why are you staying so far away? Come over here and chat with me... Hailey said as she gently patted the bed beside her.

Brentley froze at Hailey's words, his expression clearly showing his confusion and hesitation.