"Do you know how vengeful Brendis is?"
"I know."
"Then you still dare do it?" Lincoln glanced at the unconscious Brendis on the ground and motioned.
Zayla nodded without hesitation, "Not only do I dare this time, but I will dare next time."
Lincoln raised the corners of his lips, and his handsome face was completely pale.
In front of him, Zayla straightened the paper clip and easily pried open the locks that bound Brendis.
Her skills were so superb that even senior locksmiths would be ashamed of themselves.
"Where did you study it?"
"My grandfather taught me."
Who could have imagined it? The well-known archaeologist Tim actually taught his granddaughter how to open a lock.
Lincoln looked at Zayla, raised his eyebrows, and smiled meaningfully.
"I didn't steal it. I was doing my homework on the sidelines, and he was teaching the students there. I watched it a few times without paying attention."