Chapter 1962 Thick-Faced


    Chapter 1962 Thick-Faced


    The butler asked, "What tools do you need? I''ll get them now."


    Clint replied, "Let me take a look first, I''ll let you know what | need."


    With that, he walked up to thedder, climbed up, and opened the hiddenpartment.


    The butler handed him a shlight as the light was dim.


    After inspecting, Clint said, "| roughly assessed the situation. It doesn''t seem to be an issue with the smart system, as the wiring


    seems fine. It''s likely a problem with the basic circuits. So, I''ll need a multimeter, screwdriver, wrench, and hex key."


    “Alright, I''ll go get them," the butler said, turning to leave.


    Joyce looked up at Grayson, "Having a tech expert do electrical maintenance seems like a waste. If we had known it wasn''t a


    smart system issue, we wouldn''t have bothered you. We could have just sent an electrician. If not, | could have the butler call


    someone else."


    Clint stood on thedder, "I''ve started, how can | stop halfway? Besides, why can''t a tech person do electrical work? Do you look


    down on me, or think | can''t handle basic tasks?”


    Joyce hesitated, realizing Grayson''s pride. She figured it might be rted to his health issues from past surgeries. Knowing his


    temper, she didn''t bother arguing.


    "Fine, continue then," she relented.


    Clint stood on thedder, and it wobbled slightly.


    Joyce cautioned, "Be careful, stand steady."


    "Are you concerned about me?" Clint asked with a smile, the question sounding peculiar.


    Joyce felt a bit awkward, considering their rtionship. She sidestepped the question and changed the subject, "You seem


    cautious, making the home security system so borate. The president''s residence probably doesn''t even have such


    perfection."


    Joyceughed, "Since I''m in this industry, | treat my home like an experiment."


    "Understandable," Clint nodded, taking the chance to inspect the host equipment again. It was well-protected, making it difficult


    to infiltrate the security system without tampering with the infrastructure. Suddenly, he had an idea, a glint in his eyes.


    Shortly after, the butler brought the tools, respectfully handing them over.


    Clint asked Joyce, "Are you not tired of standing? Would you like to sit and rest for a while?"


    "No need. Are there even chairs here?" Joyce shook her head.


    "Maybe you should go home and rest first, I''ll let you know when it''s done," Clint suggested.


    "| want to know what the problem is too. It''s okay, I''ll stand here and watch," Joyce declined.


    Unable to convince her otherwise, Clint asked the butler, "Get madam a chair, | need some time to troubleshoot."


    "Alright," the butler hurried off to fetch a chair.


    Joyce gave Grayson a puzzled look, finding his influence intriguing. His orders were followed without question, and his dining


    habits were distinctively refined.


    Each detail hinted that he was no ordinary person.


    Before she could dwell on it, she felt a kick in her belly from the baby, forcing her to lean against the wall. Her thoughts shifted to


    the unborn children and Luther''s poisoned condition. She didn''t have time for anything else, leaving thoughts about Grayson for


    later.


    Clint began testing the circuits with the tools and multimeter, feigning a detailed inspection.


    After a while, he handed over the tools to the butler, indicatingpletion.


    The butler quickly took them.


    Clint then descended from thedder, dusting off his hands.


    The butler handed him a wet tissue, and Clint wiped his fingers while saying, "The issue wasn''t with the smart system but the


    basic circuits. Two points were loose, probably due to negligence during instation. It may not be apparent for a while but would


    eventually affect the smart system, causing security system malfunctions. I''ve reconnected the loose points, so there shouldn''t


    be any more problems."


    The butler confirmed, "Indeed, the security alert stopped when | went downstairs. The smart system is back to normal."


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    Clint nodded, "Yes, | fixed it earlier


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    Joyce stood up from the chair, "Thank you, it was tough."


    "It was nothing. You see, had | not


    come, you wouldn''t have been able to


    climb thedder, let alone stand for


    so long. Sending a tech from the


    smart system wouldn''t have sufficed,


    as they might age yadelstanttthe


    basic aikduits. An electrician would be


    worse as theyck knowledge of


    both smart systems and basic


    circuits. Some things may seem


    simple and easy to repair, but


    knowing the problem''s root is more


    important. It''s a matter of expertise,"


    Clint boasted. Apart from fixing the


    intentional loose points, he made


    additional modifications that were


    hard to detect, crucial for his future


    break-ins without being detected.


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    Joyce smiled, "| know. | appreciate your expertise. Thanks for solving the big problem so quickly.


    Clint teased, ncing at Joyce, "Seems like you''re only thanking me in words."


    Joyce, taken aback, asked, "How else should | thank you then?"


    With a smile, Clint said, "| dare not


    make high demands, lyst inatene


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    Joyce hesitated, unable to reject Grayson''s thick skin.


    “Let''s forget it if it''s a bother," Clint pretended to retreat, a hint of disappointment on his face.


    Joyce relented, "Fine. Once you''ve had your coffee, you must leave. | have other things to attend to."


    "No problem,” Clint quickly agreed.