The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 400 Sketches of Justice

The soup was soon gone, and with it, Lily regained much of her strength.

A sudden thought struck her. She sat up quickly. “James, could you buy me some paper and pens. I remember what those four traffickers looked like. I can sketch their faces.” Her expression turned serious “Also, there was something wrong with the hotel front desk. Those men were already hiding in my room. Either someone bribed that receptionist, or she was working with whoever orchestrated this. She must know something.”

In her heart, she already had suspects: Mathilda or Qin Muxue–or both.

Those two were as close as sisters. They had always schemed against her. Lily had only ever defended herself. But now, even after she left Capital City, they still wouldn’t leave her alone.

She wouldn’t sit back anymore. If they wanted a war, she’d give them one.

James had already suspected the hotel receptionist.

The moment he set out to find Lily, he’d also sent his men to track her down.

They caught her in a luxury boutique, buying designer handbags. She’d already quit her job after accepting a hefty payoff.

At first, she denied knowing anyone named Lily at all.

But when James’s men pulled out surveillance footage showing she’d personally checked Lily in, she broke down and cried. She confessed someone had given her 500,000 dollars in cash to book the room in advance–nothing more.

She claimed she thought the person was one of Lily’s friends and only wanted to make sure she was well taken care of. She insisted she never meant to hurt anyone.

James didn’t believe a word of it.

If her intentions were pure, why pretend she didn’t know Lily’s name?

ignore all his calls to the hotel after the

the Luke family’s legal

a bribe, abused her position, leaked a guest’s private information, and put

traffickers themselves was proving

exceptional

hotel, they’d shut off the main power, evading every camera. When

on any security footage–they’d chosen remote back roads

out.

them down by conventional

if Lily could draw their

Everything could change.

them.

that, Lily insisted

on herself, but the lingering scent made her

a long shower and brushed her teeth twice.

she

something else to

had just delivered the

traffickers, shook her head and sat at

exceptional, and her drawing skills were

paper looked exactly like

she’d slept too much already