"Ding Dong", the doorbell rang.

"The door is unlocked. He shouted at the door.

Two young women in their mid-twenties pushed the door in, dressed in hotel uniforms with long coats and trousers.

A sour smell rushed into their noses, and when the two saw the situation in the house, they frowned in unison and exchanged glances, as if complaining: I encountered such an unfortunate errand on the night shift.

"Uh......" J gestured to them over with his fingers, "help this young lady into the guest room, help her scrub it, and change into her pajamas." ”

In addition to a master bedroom of nearly 100 square meters, there are two smaller guest bedrooms.

"Understood. The two waiters nodded in agreement and began to work with their hands and feet.

The staff of the hotel know that the guests who live on the top floor are valuable and spend a lot of money, and they must not be neglected.

"By the way, be gentle, don't wake her up. J turned his head again.

Late at night, Ivy never dreamed that she was lying asleep in the high-end apartment of the Platinum Yue Hotel.

The room was darkened and the curtains were drawn. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the pool outside.

The door was slowly pushed open.

J walked in softly, Ivy in hand. He propped himself on the edge of the bed with one hand, leaned down, and watched her silently by the faint light that came in through the window.

Her face was calm, her breathing was even, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

He gently lifted the quilt from her.

Ivy was wearing white silk suspender pajamas, lying flat on the bed, her exposed skin soft as cream.

J's gaze crossed over her, searching for her right hand. It wasn't going well, her right hand was crushed under her body.

He grabbed her wrist between two fingers and tried to pull her hand out. But her hands were crushed to death, and if she pushed too hard, she might wake her up.

I had to find another way.

He knelt on one leg and pinched a strand of her hair, swiping the ends back and forth across her neck.

She reacted, her long eyelashes twitching a few times.

J looked closer, and she suddenly rolled to the right, her forehead almost touching the tip of his nose.

Her face was close at hand. With a small and round chin, pink lips slightly pursed, and a slightly drunken aroma in his breath. Even with her eyes closed, the beautiful contours of her eyes are still visible.

J subconsciously dodged backwards and lost his center of gravity and sat on the ground.

I don't know why, but there is an inexplicable throbbing in my heart. He simply sat cross-legged, tilted his head to stare at her face, and muttered to himself: Strange, how can there be a sense of déjà vu when he is face to face with her so closely.

In her sleep, she frowned, interrupting J's thoughts.

She rolled over, revealing her right hand. J gently pinched the thumb of her right hand and placed it on the fingerprint sensor button of the phone. In less than a second, the phone unlocks automatically.

He quickly got up and left the room, returning to his bedroom. On the desk were Ivy's laptop and cell phone, as well as a sophisticated toolbox.

J sits at his desk, the ultra-bright LED tube illuminates the skin of his hands almost transparently. He wears a glasses-like magnifying glass, and the surveillance chip the size of a fingernail is embedded in Ivy's computer and mobile phone with sophisticated movements.

After installing the chip and hidden software, Ivy's every word and deed after that was under his control.

Of course, his real target is not Ai Wei, but Ai Bingqing, the chief scientist of Huamei Gene, Ai Wei's father.

J is commissioned by an independent spy organization, the Ares Reserve, or AR, whose history dates back to medieval Europe.

AR has some of the best agents in the world, each with their own unique codename. It is not affiliated with any one country, but it has contracts with the official intelligence agencies of many countries and has done many "impossible missions". As long as the price is affordable, AR has never disappointed any employer.

A week ago, J was tasked with investigating the gene editing technology Ai Bingqing was developing, and flew from Paris to Zhuhai and Macao.

According to the information in his hands, Ai Bingqing has a perverse personality and acts cautiously, and his laboratory is more well-defended than a bank vault, and it is not easy to get close to him.

He set his sights on Ivy. She is not only Ai Bingqing's closest person, but also has the identity of a reporter. With my own experience, it should be a good choice to start with her.

J put the computer and phone back in her bag, rubbed her eyes, which were pricked dry by the bright light, and a satisfied smile overflowed the corners of her mouth.