She Outshines Them All (Athena and Matthew)

Chapter 382

It was dead silence in the hotel at two o’clock in the morning. After Joy confirmed that the surveillance cameras in the entire hotel had completely shut down, she tiptoed out of the room and came to the door diagonally opposite.

She used the master key to open the lock and pressed her ear to the crack of the door to listen to the movements inside.

. With her ability, it was easy for her to break the surveillance cameras in this old–fashioned hotel. It was also very easy to pry

open this old–fashioned lock. Her hearing was good, too.

After listening for a moment and confirming there was no movement in the room, she carefully pushed open the door and walked in silently.

She was wearing socks without shoes. Her feet did not make a sound when she stepped on the floor.

As a precaution, she was wearing the uniform of the archaeological team and a mask, her hair tied up in a hat, and her hands covered in thin rubber gloves. It was difficult to tell if she was male or female at a glance.

This guest room was occupied by Franco alone. The layout of the room was simple. Upon entering, there was a bed, and next to the window beside the bed stood a desk and a chair.

A person lay on the bed, emitting soft snores, clearly in a deep sleep. Joy silently approached the bed and stared at Franco. Although the room was dim, she could vaguely make out Franco was lying on his back, without his mask.

Even if her eyesight was excellent, in total darkness, she could not clearly see a person’s face. However, she had a phone with her.

She had already adjusted the brightness of her phone screen to its lowest setting, allowing her to just barely make out Franco’s face.

She did not attempt to take a photo of him as low light would result in a blurry image, and using sufficient light might wake him up. She could not take that risk.

After getting a good look at Franco’s face, she felt a little disappointed. He appeared to be an ordinary man in his forties, with clean–shaven, regular features, nothing particularly remarkable.

She memorized the shape of his face and features using her exceptional memory. Then, she turned toward the desk, shielding the phone with her body as she raised the screen’s brightness, careful not to let the light reach the slumbering Franco behind her.

Then, she carefully opened Franco’s backpack. After carefully memorizing the location of everything inside, she slowly searched for what she wanted and spotted the small high–definition video recorder.

snow cave. These devices might be equipped with alarms, so she observed the recorder for a while before finally opening it and using her phone to record the

the backpack and was surprised to find Franco’s identity

is truly rich. She smiled, noted down the information on the identity card, and then placed it back in the bag. Satisfied with

the bag, turned off her phone, and quietly checked that Franco was still deeply asleep before she tiptoed out, closing

clicked shu a pair of eyes snapped open, coldly

Chapter 382

had just closed.

flushed the ashes down the toilet

the hotel’s surveillance system returned to normal.

the disruption. Even if they did, as long

up, had breakfast together, and then parted

Franco, no one

at the airport, Joy went to the washroom and sent the

praised her: [You did an excellent job. You didn’t disappoint

replied: [Thank you for

said:

working hard to earn more rewards.] The communication ended

information to her subordinates. [Investigate this person.

put her phone away and exited the

City, she uploaded the stolen video to her computer and began the complex task of decoding the incomplete and intricate symbols and patterns. It was a challenging task but Joy was always eager to

same time. By the time she returned, it was already past

the three months that Athena had been away, many things had

“High Mountain“, marking her second time receiving the prestigious Golden Nightingale Best Actress Award. She became the actress

soul–healing Donovan’s Farmland. Without

no objections, I’ll build a nest on the flower ramp, and let this

venue burst into laughter and applause. Everyone said, “It’s perfect

same

in “The King of Military Dogs,” a well–deserved

think the real protagonist is Bello. It