She Became Rich After Divorce
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-off mode. This was to prevent students who "pretended to sleep" in the middle of the night from feeling tired during class the next day, which was also why Akloit College had maintained its top-notch academic standards for so many years.

But for a mature hacker like Jerry, this wasn't an issue at all. As long as there was signal somewhere, 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 time to 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 about money, 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 from Crown Hotel.

There was a small table on Jerry's bed that measured sixty centimeters across - perfect size for his laptop.

Jerry curled up half-leaning against his headboard with a toast in his mouth while both hands dance quickly over the keyboard.

His typing speed had been honed over time; two hundred sixty letters per minute without breaking a sweat 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 among hundreds of megabytes worth of footage including Kate's room number and movements would be tough work indeed!

At 3:46 AM after staying up most of the night, Jerry watched yesterday's hotel surveillance video twice as fast as normal speed.

From Kate entering at 7 PM until they left after dinner around 10 PM, there were several people who 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; one man and one woman walked through VIP exclusive passages using private elevators straight up into Presidential Suite where they checked in.

Jerry looked up how much it costs per night for Presidential Suites in this hotel - 20, 000 dollars! It made him envious beyond words!

The man's face wasn't clear enough on camera but judging by his expensive attire, it was obvious that either rich or powerful or both! The lady beside him wore white haute couture dress which caught everyone's attention too!

He had no concept of women's skirts, but because Nora liked to read fashion magazines, he secretly paid attention too.

This white lace long skirt seemed to be Chanel's new summer style just released this year, priced at one hundred thousand dollars. The GC silk scarf around the neck looked so light and thin but it cost thousands 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 have any 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 and stumbled 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 completely unresponsive and lay limp on the ground.

Just as he reached out his hand to undo her belt buckle, he suddenly glanced towards the staircase and then staggered away with fear on his face.

Kate remained unconscious on site while Jerry wondered what could be at the staircase causing such an unexpected reaction from him?

After about two or three minutes later when a cleaning lady woke up Kate calling her to leave since she appeared drunk. But being disoriented by alcohol made her go in opposite direction into dead corner of camera surveillance before disappearing into darkness behind tightly closed door leading down stairs...

As soon as she left, another woman caught up from behind, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with a skinny 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 his computer.

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 eerie silence. Normally, at this hour, the servants would have been fast asleep, but they now stood in the grand 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 over the 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 settled over Kelvin was palpable. His stern face seemed to carry a cloud of sorrow, making him appear quite formidable. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Just a few days ago, when Kelvin had left, his grandfather was fine. He could even be found in the yard 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 old Mr. Foley's hand in silence. The room resounded with loud sobs, all coming from Emelia's mouth as she wiped her tears.

"Grandpa... I'm sorry. I promise to study hard from now on. Can you wake up and see if I'm doing well?"

"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 attention was 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 a sense 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. Emelia cried bitterly, and when she looked back at Kelvin, she saw no expression on his face. She couldn't help but frown and complain, "Grandpa is in such a condition, and you don't seem to care at all. He used to dote on you the most."

With the words spoken, Kelvin remained aloof, staring at his hands, not even sparing her a glance.

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