Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 936 - 344 Goddess, do you want to hear what you are saying_4

Chapter 936: Chapter 344 Goddess, do you want to hear what you are saying_4

"Austin really said that?"

Wayne’s expression turned strange as he looked at Ivan with pity. The locals were too shameless, always bullying outsiders.

"Absolutely true," Ivan nodded solemnly.

"He didn’t say anything else, like..."

Wayne waved his hand and reached into The Void, trying to pull out the Twilight Deadlock.

Damn Old Login, he even anticipated this move.

Wayne’s face looked constipated as he thought of Austin transformed into the Dark Knight, sitting on the sofa, laughing heartily with Megan in his arms.

"Like what?"

Ivan raised his eyebrows, sensing the importance of the matter.

"Nothing, it’s unimportant."

Wayne glossed over it, thinking of ways to get back at Austin, an idea suddenly coming to mind.

...

Half an hour later, Secretary Mona arrived with a camera and was slightly dazzled by the sight of Anastasia in a long black dress.

Was she, in fact, his comrade for the night?

By then, Ivan had awkwardly left. Wayne touched his face, then instructed Anastasia, according to the plan. The trio got into the black luxury sedan and headed straight toward Buckingham Palace.

Mona whispered from the back seat, looking at the Dark Church Holy Maiden, "Boss, is it appropriate to start at the palace for the first time? I suggest lowering the difficulty to avoid discomfort for Her Holiness."

"..." x2

Anastasia tilted her head to look out the window, and Wayne rolled his eyes. "Just drive properly, don’t speed."

"I’m not speeding!"

"Backtalk again, and I’ll make you cry when you get back!"

When the sedan reached Buckingham Palace, Wayne and Anastasia’s images had changed completely. Only then did Mona realize she had thought too much.

No, she had thought too little.

Wayne had transformed into Austin, and Anastasia into the likeness of Sophia. The Prince and Queen returned to the palace to rest, not staying late at the Magical Department Headquarters. The on-duty soldiers hastily let them through without daring to speak or ask questions.

In the small garden, the Prince and Queen nestled together. Photographer Mona hid behind a tree to take pictures. The angle was well-chosen, creating an intimate visual composition, while also indirectly confirming that the photos were candid, catching the culprits red-handed rather than framing them.

Without the candid visual, the composition remained intimate. Whether it was Anastasia or Wayne, they both coveted each other’s bodies; one was restrained, the other enduring, the mood flying high.

Especially Wayne; he could have played all three roles himself—the cheating husband, the seductress, and the photographer—because of his selfishness and impure motives, he specifically involved Anastasia and Mona.

After about a dozen photos, Mona took a close-up of Wayne. The shot excluded the Queen, only showing the Prince emerging from the grove, tightening his belt.

He looked weary yet invigorated, his face displaying a mix of pride and regret—perfectly portraying the image of a middle-aged man who loves his wife but cheats.

"Perfect!"

This photo was enough to stun the crowd. Wayne would name it the Midnight Overtime of the Naturalism Church High Priest.

"Mona, can you develop it tonight?"

"An hour is enough. How about you come home with me to pick up the pictures, boss?"

Mona suggested, "As you know, I’m a detective, and I have a darkroom specially for developing photos at home."

"That’s fine. I won’t rest easy until I have the photos in hand."

You two are not just developing photos, I’m embarrassed to expose you!

Anastasia also wanted to see the results, opening her mouth but fearing humiliation, silently watching Wayne, waiting for him to invite her along.

Her coy look was clearly beyond cure, and no amount of surgery could save her. She was just one step away from stardom, at Wayne’s nod.

Wayne hesitated. He wanted to personally witness the perfect Holy Maiden’s downfall but also longed for her to forever bask in the glow of sanctity.

"Boss, you’re being selfish again." Mona stated flatly, understanding all too well the terrible feeling of uncertainty and loss from her own experiences.

"Ah, this..."

At the crucial moment, Mona stepped up and gave a push from behind, seeing Wayne vacillating decided to take Anastasia to her house.

...

Somehow, despite the clear skies, a torrential downpour suddenly began.

The foggy harbor, the swift current of the Themes River, allowed ships to effortlessly surge into the ocean, propelled by the swollen waters.

The photos cost Wayne a significant amount of assets; at first, he thought it would be no more than one or two small goals, but Mona and Anastasia both went in the opposite direction, costing him a few more billion.

As for the photos, they definitely weren’t getting developed tonight. By the time Wayne had them in hand, striding into Lando Manor, it was already the following afternoon.

"Old Login, you’re in for it today!"