Female Novel
Chapter 261: A Box Of Instant Noodles
Chapter 261: A Box of Instant Noodles
Akloit College men's dormitory, 11:50 PM, the school implements a unified lights-out and internet-offmode. This was to prevent students who "pretended to sleep" in the middle of the night from feelingtired during class the next day, which was also why Akloit College had maintained its top-notchacademic standards for so many years.
But for a mature hacker like Jerry, this wasn't an issue at all. As long as there was signalsomewhere, he could freely access the internet.
Jerry specifically chose lightproof curtains, so his roommates wouldn't know he was secretly online.
The mouse and keyboard were also modified with silent settings. The quiet of night is the best timeto write code and he didn't want to disturb anyone else.
Just back from the Lawrence Villa, Cheyenne started assigning him tasks again. If it were just aboutmoney, he could let it go, but what bothers him more was how obedient he'd been lately.
This task was actually much simpler than last time - just steal some surveillance video data fromCrown Hotel.
There was a small table on Jerry's bed that measured sixty centimeters across - perfect size for hislaptop.
Jerry curled up half-leaning against his headboard with a toast in his mouth while both hands dancequickly over the keyboard.
His typing speed had been honed over time; two hundred sixty letters per minute without breaking asweat while keeping an eye on screen and fingers following instinctively along with what he saw.
Stealing video data wasn't difficult but finding information about hotel guests staying that day amonghundreds of megabytes worth of footage including Kate's room number and movements would betough work indeed!novelbin
At 3:46 AM after staying up most of the night, Jerry watched yesterday's hotel surveillance videotwice as fast as normal speed.
From Kate entering at 7 PM until they left after dinner around 10 PM, there were several peoplewho got drunk along their way to restrooms only to end up urinating in hallways instead.
It was worth noting that during these few hours, two distinguished guests arrived at this hotel; oneman and one woman walked through VIP exclusive passages using private elevators straight upinto Presidential Suite where they checked in.
Jerry looked up how much it costs per night for Presidential Suites in this hotel – 20, 000 dollars! Itmade him envious beyond words!
The man's face wasn't clear enough on camera but judging by his expensive attire, it was obviousthat either rich or powerful or both! The lady beside him wore white haute couture dress whichcaught everyone's attention too!
He had no concept of women's skirts, but because Nora liked to read fashion magazines, hesecretly paid attention too.
This white lace long skirt seemed to be Chanel's new summer style just released this year, priced atone hundred thousand dollars. The GC silk scarf around the neck looked so light and thin but it costthousands of dollars.
Jerry thought sourly that if it were instant noodles instead, he could eat them for half a lifetime!
Curious, he searched the hotel guest list system. The column for the presidential suite did not haveany information written on it; it was only marked in red.
It was a pity that there was no information showing their identities.
After ten o'clock in the evening, Kate came out from the lobby where she had been drinking andstumbled behind a figure who followed her surreptitiously.
It was a man.
On the corridor, he was about to take advantage of Kate when she seemed completelyunresponsive and lay limp on the ground.
Just as he reached out his hand to undo her belt buckle, he suddenly glanced towards the staircaseand then staggered away with fear on his face.
Kate remained unconscious on site while Jerry wondered what could be at the staircase causingsuch an unexpected reaction from him?
After about two or three minutes later when a cleaning lady woke up Kate calling her to leave sinceshe appeared drunk. But being disoriented by alcohol made her go in opposite direction into deadcorner of camera surveillance before disappearing into darkness behind tightly closed door leadingdown stairs...
As soon as she left, another woman caught up from behind, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with askinny man. They appeared familiar with each other according to their body language.
Jerry enlarged this important segment and finally edited it together before copying all files onto hiscomputer.
Having watched over thousands of surveillance clips made Jerry feel like his eyes were going blind;Cheyenne would have to compensate him with at least one box of instant noodles!
The Foley Mansion.
At 3 AM, the Foley Mansion was still ablaze with light, as bright as daylight. The villa lay in an eeriesilence. Normally, at this hour, the servants would have been fast asleep, but they now stood in thegrand hall, stifling yawns. Joe, his face tinged with fatigue, stared at the room on the second floor,where the light glowed.
That was old Mr. Foley's room. In the room, the dim light at the bedside cast a ghastly pallor overthe old man's face, making it look as if he had aged ten years in an instant. His lips were parched,the color drained from them, and his silver hair took on a melancholy hue in the lamplight.
The setting sun made old Mr. Foley look like a figure from a bygone era, and the gloom that settledover Kelvin was palpable. His stern face seemed to carry a cloud of sorrow, making him appearquite formidable.
Just a few days ago, when Kelvin had left, his grandfather was fine. He could even be found in theyard exercising or playing chess in the nearby park during the day.
In just a few days, how had things deteriorated to this extent?
Kelvin's father and uncle were crouched by the old man's bedside, both with teary eyes, holding oldMr. Foley's hand in silence. The room resounded with loud sobs, all coming from Emelia's mouth asshe wiped her tears.
"Grandpa... I'm sorry. I promise to study hard from now on. Can you wake up and see if I'm doingwell?"
"Grandpa, you said you wanted to see me get married. You lied to me."
"Dad, we need to help Grandpa quickly."
Franklin spared only a brief glance at his daughter, who had become a tearful mess. His attentionwas on the man standing behind her.
"Emelia, it's not that we don't want to help. Your grandfather's condition is just too severe."
Kelvin leaned lightly against the door frame. His face adorned with wire-rimmed glasses exuded asense of maturity, and his skin, highlighted by the lamplight, had the distinct air of a confident man.
His glasses, combined with a touch of coldness, emitted an irresistible sense of restraint. Emeliacried bitterly, and when she looked back at Kelvin, she saw no expression on his face. She couldn'thelp but frown and complain, "Grandpa is in such a condition, and you don't seem to care at all. Heused to dote on you the most."
With the words spoken, Kelvin remained aloof, staring at his hands, not even sparing her a glance.