Chapter 251: Finding Out The Real Culprit

Chapter 251

"You pervert!" Claire shouted, pointing a finger right at his nose.

"How dare you touch my....! my.... butt with that dirty hand of yours!" Claire shouted, her face turning nuclear red and her fist still shaking. "Do you believe I’m going to let something like this go? No damn way! I am going to cut that hand off and burn it into a bloody pile of ash!"

Alex slowly rubbed his stinging cheek and looked at her in shock, because he was still trying to figure out why he just got slapped in the face for doing nothing. A second ago he had been staring at a tub of ice cream with a happy smile. Now there was a stinging pain on his cheek and a crazy woman who was yelling like crazy in his face.

Then her words finally sank in and his expression changed.

’Hold on, wait just a minute. What the hell does she mean by my dirty hand touched her butt?!’

Sure, her butt was hella hot. He wasn’t blind. But that didn’t mean he would just go around touching it. And besides, both of his hands had been holding this big tub of ice cream the whole time. So which hand was he supposed to have used?

"Sorry I think you’ve got the wrong person because since when did I ever touch your butt?" Alex asked, holding up the ice cream tub with both hands so everyone could see it. "Are you blind or something? This whole time I’ve been holding my ice cream. So where in fuck sake would I even get another hand to touch you with?" He tilted his head. "Or are you insinuating that I somehow magically grew a third hand just so I could grab your butt?"

A few people who were watching everything from nearby tried really hard not to laugh.

"Besides," Alex added in a bored voice, "why would I even want to touch your butt? When I know someone whose butt is like a hundred times better than yours."

Claire’s face twitched with boiling anger. She was so freaking angry that her hands curled into tight fists, and a very dangerous feeling started to rise in her chest. It was clearly obvious to anyone that knew her very well, that her aura was ready to flare up.

But at the last second she noticed that a small crowd had started to gather around them. There were only mudane people. Not as durable as people like her and the pervert in front of her. So If she really lost control now, she could end up hurting innocent people.

So taking a long deep breath, she forced herself to push the fiery hot aura back down and said through her teeth.

"Don’t try to act innocent! You were the only one standing next to me so who else could it have been other than you? After last time, I was starting to think you weren’t so bad. I was even starting to see you in a good light. But I guess I was wrong. You’re nothing but rotten to the core! A beast in human form! You know, I’m even beginning to pity that poor woman, Nyx. She never would have guessed that someone like you was this rotten."

Just then, a bearded man in the crowd stepped forward. He appeared to be an average height guy in his late thirties, wearing a tight blue shirt that showed off his less than impressive arm.

He first looked at Claire, who looked super model beautiful with a fiery hot temper as hot as a jalapeno pepper, just his type. Then he looked at Alex like he had some kind of brave knight who had just spotted a weak dragon he needed to kill to save the princess.

Puffing out his chest, he put on a self righteous expression and said loudly while pointing at Alex.

"Hey, you! How dare you do that to this beautiful young lady! Have you got no shame at all? What, do you think that just because you’re a little good looking, you can do whatever you want and get away with it?" He crossed his arms. "Well, you’re sorely mistaken, buddy!"

"Yeah!" a woman behind him agreed. "What a disgusting pervert!"

"Dirty scumbag!" someone else shouted. "Somebody call the cops!"

More people joined in, mumbling and pointing their fingers at Alex. Their voices soon began to grow louder and louder, filling the small store like a swarm of angry bees who just got provoked.

Sowly turning his head, his forest green eyes went bone chilling cold as he looked over the crowd one by one. To really explain it, let’s just say It was a look so sharp and calm that every single person who saw it felt a chill run down their back. One by one, the voices died down until the store was dead quiet once more.

Then Alex looked at Claire again and asked.

"I’m going to say this for the last time, are you really sure that it was me who touched your butt just now?"

"If it wasn’t you, then who?" Claire snapped. "You were the closest person to me. Who else could have done something so disgusting?"

"Alright," Alex said with a nod. "Then let’s make a deal."

Claire narrowed her eyes. "What deal?"

"If it turns out I’m innocent, you have to say sorry to me on your knees in front of everybody. And you have to grant me one wish. Any wish I want." He paused. "But if I’m wrong, then I’ll gladly accept whatever punishment you want to give me. Deal?"

Claire didn’t hesitate for even a second. She was so angry and so sure of herself that she answered right away.

"Deal! And I’ll make sure you regret it!"

Alex smiled a little, then turned to the cashier, who was still holding his phone with a nervous look on his face.

"Hey, sir. This store has security cameras, right? Why don’t we check the footage and see what really happened?"

At those words, the man in the blue shirt who had spoken so righteously only a minute ago, suddenly stiffened. And even though it sort of lasted for only a second, Alex’s sharp eyes was still able to catch it.

Seeing the man’s reaction he was now certain who the true culprit was, and then he gave a dark smile. ’Got you.’

"Uh, sure," the cashier said, scratching his head. "The monitor is right here behind the counter. Give me a minute."

Everyone in the store moved closer, crowding around the little screen. The cashier just clicked a few buttons, and in no time the footage from a few minutes ago started to play. It showed the freezer area from above when Claire was still standing there reading her ice cream label. And the next moment where Alex walked in, opened the freezer next to hers, and grabbed the big tub with both hands, smiling like a kid. Everybody could clearly see that his hands never left that tub.

Then, in the corner of the screen, another figure slipped in behind Claire. It was the bearded man who had spoken up earlier like a knight in shining armor. He stared lewdly at Claire’s perky butt while pressing his groin to hide the small bulge showing.

Then as if making up his mind, he first looked left and right, before quickly reaching out and patting Claire’s butt. After that he immediately stepped back and moved away like nothing had happened, just as Claire spun around and slapped Alex.

The whole store went silent.

"Oh my god," a woman holding a little boy’s hand whispered, covering her son’s eyes.

Claire stared at the screen with her mouth open, and her face turned pale from shock. Then, slowly, it turned red again, but this time it was a much hotter kind of red than before.

"You bastard!" she screamed, spinning around. "Where is he?!"

But when she looked at the place where the man had been standing, there was nobody there. It looked like while everyone had been busy watching the video, he had quietly slipped away toward the door and escaped.

She was absolutely livid with rage! But she held it down. Then she notice something was wrong and realized that Alex was also missing too. What was happening here? Just then, the little bell above the door rang.

Everyone turned and watched in shock as Alex pushed the glass door open and walked back in while holding the bearded man by the wrist in an iron grip. The man’s face was twisted in pain, and from his wrist came a faint cracking sound, like bones slowly being squeezed.

"Ow! Ow! Let go, you psycho! You’re breaking my arm!" the man cried.

"Funny you should say that, when only a minute ago you were so brave and righteous."

He pushed the man forward, and the guy fell hard onto the floor in the middle of the store, holding his wrist and groaning. Alex stood over him with the ice cream tub still tucked under his other arm, and said while looking instead at Claire.

"Now, do you see who the real culprit is?"

Claire didn’t say anything, she just walked slowly toward the man on the floor, with her eyes simmering with so much fury that it made almost everyone step back.

The man looked up at her and started to say something. "Wait, miss, I can explain, it was just a..."

SLAP!

The sound was ten times louder than the one before. And the force of it was so strong that the man’s head snapped to the side, and the sound of his jaw twisting out of place rang out, before he fell back onto the floor, completely knocked out. A little drool even slid from the corner of his crooked mouth.

Nobody dared to say a word because the sight in front of them made everyone flinch in fear. Is this woman a MMA fighter because no normal person could hit that hard.

Claire stood there for a moment, breathing heavily. Then, as her anger cooled down, she slowly turned around and saw the almost non-existent mark on Alex’s cheek, the same one she had put there herself.

Because of some perverted bastard she had falsely accused this man in front of everyone for a crime he never even did, called him a pervert and a beast, and even slapped him in the face. And all of it was for nothing.

Her cheeks turned bright red in shame, and she lowered her head. She couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye after what she had just done.