She Outshines Them All

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Brandon’s voice came from the phone, hoarse and exhausted. “We’ve just sold our new product, and there’s a serious issue. No matter how much our technicians, including me and a few partners, check, we can’t find the problem.”

“In the next ten days, we still have several thousand units of products to deliver to customers. If we don’t solve the issue in time, this batch will face invalidation and compensation risks.”

“I understand,” Athena said in a low voice. “I think I can fix it. Give me your

address.”

If even she could not solve it, then no one could. And if she could not, she was not worthy of the super–advanced technology her master had left her.

Brandon replied, “Industrial Park East District, Workshop 5.”

Athena turned the car around. “I’ll be there in about 20 minutes. In the meantime, sit and rest, drink and eat something, and try not to worry.”

Brandon’s voice was still hoarse. “Alright, I’ll wait. Drive safe, no rush.”

Athena responded, “Okay, I’ll hang up for now. Wait for me.”

By this time, the streets were clear.

Like a gust of wind, she sped through the city in 20 minutes from the school to the industrial park, which was not exactly close. Guided by the GPS, she found Workshop 5 in the East District.

At the entrance of Workshop 5, a short–haired woman paced back and forth, arms crossed, tapping her fingers anxiously against her arm.

Athena drove the Miracle 3.0, executing a perfect 270–degree turn before smoothly stopping right in front of the woman.

The woman jumped back in surprise, taking a few steps away. She was just about to criticize the reckless driving but froze when she saw the sleek design of the car.

Athena got out and stood before the woman, politely speaking, “Hello. I am Brandon’s sister, Athena. Are you Lindsay Dudley?”

Earlier, Brandon had sent her a message informing her that Lindsay, the vice president of their company, would be waiting to meet her at the factory entrance.

This well–dressed, professional woman had to be Lindsay. Athena had seen her before, during a previous encounter when she sat in the car, watching Brandon and Lindsay argue outside. Observing their lips, she had learned that Brandon had been plagiarized by his professor.

Lindsay tore her gaze away from the car, eyeing Athena suspiciously. “I am Lindsay. Are you really Brandon’s sister, Athena?” “Absolutely,” Athena replied confidently, turning toward the door. “Brandon must be getting impatient. Let’s go inside.”

As they approached, a security guard blocked their path.

Standing tall and professional, the well–trained guard addressed Lindsay solemnly yet politely. “Ms. Dudley, is this the guest you are expecting?”

Lindsay nodded. “Yes, I am bringing her in.”

The security guard stepped aside.

Not only was Athena not angry at the security guard, but she was also secretly impressed.

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As far as she knew, the security guards hired by Bard Property, Donovan’s Restaurant, Brandon, and the Donovan family farm were all retired soldiers recommended by her brother, Zayn. Standing there, they were as straight as sentinels, radiating integrity and driving away wrongdoing.

Because of the great reputation of these security guards, her brother Zayn intended to establish a security company, recruiting veterans and offering professional security services to the public after training.

Athena thought about this as she followed Lindsay through the greenbelt and into a small factory.

When she saw her brother, Brandon, she understood why he had not come to meet her at the gate.

Nobody knew how long it had been since Brandon last slept. He was unshaven, with dark circles under his eyes so deep that they seemed almost permanent. His eyes were bloodshot, and he leaned back in the chair, utterly exhausted and drained of

energy.

Seeing her approach, Brandon opened his eyes, supported himself on the armrests, and struggled to stand. “Athena, you are here…”

“Brandon, you should rest.” Athena placed her hand on his shoulder. “What about the product that went wrong?”

Lindsay said, “The pile of parts on the table is it. We’ve already disassembled the product and used the computer to analyze various data. We did not find any problems, but the product is not running smoothly. It might even malfunction.”

Athena walked to the table and glanced at the neatly arranged parts. She then turned to the computer screen. It was filled with dense data.

She sat down, quickly scanning the data as she worked the keyboard and mouse.

Lindsay and the other partners stood by, watching her with disapproval. They were all geniuses in their respective fields, and they could not find the problem even when working together. Athena, who was still in university, seemed unlikely to notice anything they had missed.

Brandon might have been indulging his younger sister too much, believing she was capable of things that even the experts could not see.

Half an hour later, Athena finally looked away from the screen and glanced around at everyone. Calmly, she said, “Someone has tampered with the data.”

Everyone was stunned. “Miss Donovan, do you have any evidence to support that?”

Athena drew a line of data on the screen. “Look here, there’s something wrong with this line of data.”

After hearing her, the others said, “There is indeed a slight issue with this line, but it’s not enough to cause such a big mistake.”

“Indeed.” Athena picked up a small piece of component from the table and ground it into powder. Then, she picked it up with her fingers and tasted it. With a sharp gaze, she said, “What if the raw materials used to make the components are mixed with impurities?”

She often studied the composition and performance of various substances in the research lab and conducted various experiments to find the best materials, so she was very familiar with these things. When she saw the raw ingredients of that component, something felt off. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

The data and performance of the finished product should not be similar to those of a product with that particular material composition and ratio.

The group was in an uproar. “You mean, not only are there problems with the technicians, but there’s also an issue with the

production workers?”

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Brandon had already downed a large cup of strong coffee. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Investigate! Immediately find out who is responsible for these two

Wagments.”

Almost all the technicians were present.

This was still the production workshop.

Lindsay quickly located the technicians in charge of that part of the program and the person responsible for the relevant production segment.

Faced with the group’s doubts, the two tried to deny it, but Athena said, “If you come clean now, we might let you off. Otherwise, we’ll call the police, and you might face jail time.”

Donovan High–tech was in a hurry to ship the goods. If they breached the contract, they would have to pay hefty compensation, and their reputation would be ruined.

So, the company did not have time to drag things out.

They were afraid when the two heard this and finally confessed the truth.

It turned out that the technician was an undercover agent sent by a competing company. After joining the company, he performed very well and gained the trust of the company, which allowed him to enter the workshop to oversee the production segment.

He then secretly bribed the person in charge of the production segment, quietly avoided the surveillance cameras, and placed some unidentifiable impurities in a batch of raw materials.

Fortunately, the company’s supervision process was strict. The person in charge had only managed to add impurities to the raw materials once, so it would not cause a mass quality issue.

Brandon, upon hearing this, was furious. “Beat them up first, then call the police!”

The others quickly advised him not to act rashly.

Athena did not care how Donovan High–tech handled these two traitors. She reminded Brandon to rest well before leaving Brandon was very grateful and said, “Athena, thank you. I’m afraid I would have failed this time without you.”

Athena smiled. “Brandon, as a favor to me, how about you sleep for a few hours before getting back to work?”

Brandon was stunned for a moment and gently patted her head. “Alright, I’ll sleep on the sofa for a while. I won’t see you off.”

“Lindsay, please see my sister out.”

Brandon had not slept for two days and nights. He was trembling as he walked.

Lindsay looked at him with concern. “Alright, hurry up and sleep. We’re still here.”

She led Athena to the gate of the factory. When she saw Athena open the car door, she finally could not hold back and asked, “Athena, I want to ask, is this car Miracle?”

Athena nodded. “Yes.”

Lindsay asked, “Is this the latest model of Miracle?”

Athena said, “I think so. It’s version 3.0. I wonder if it’s in mass production yet.”

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Lindsay lowered her gaze slightly. “May I ask about the price of this car?”

Athena thought for a moment. “I’m not entirely sure, but it’s probably around 60 million.”

“About 60 million…” Lindsay was clearly shocked. She opened his mouth as if she wanted to say something, but what came out was, “If it’s Miracle 3.0 worth 60 million, then you don’t have to worry about an accident on the way home.”

There was nothing to worry about since a big truck could not even damage the Miracle.

Athena smiled. “Indeed, there’s no need to worry. Thank you for taking care of Brandon. Goodbye.”

She got into the car, closed the door, and left.

Lindsay stood at the entrance of the factory,