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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?
If she didn’t mean any harm, why ignore all his calls to the hotel after the incident?
He would have the Luke family’s legal team deal with her.
She had taken a bribe, abused her position, leaked a guest’s private information, and put a woman in mortal danger. She was going to jail.
But finding the traffickers themselves was proving far harder.
They had exceptional counter-surveillance skills.
Before entering the hotel, they’d shut off the main power, evading every camera. When ney left, they wore disguises and avoided every surveillance path.
Even their vehicle didn’t appear on any security footage-they’d chosen remote back roads the entire way out.
Tracking them down by conventional means would be nearly impossible.
But if Lily could draw their faces…
Everything could change.
James wanted them behind bars-and the mastermind with them. He immediately called Ashton to bring drawing supplies.
Before that, Lily insisted on cleaning herself up.
She hadn’t vomited on herself, but the lingering scent made her feel unwell.
She took a long shower and brushed her teeth twice. Only hen did she feel fresh again.
“Lily, want something else to eat?”
Ashton had just delivered the drawing materials.
But Lily, eager to catch the traffickers, shook her head and sat at the desk. She began sketching, pulling from memory.
Her memory was exceptional, and her drawing skills were remarkable.
Each sketch was so accurate, the faces on the paper looked exactly like the men who had taken her.
James urged her to rest and finish tomorrow, but she’d slept too much already and felt wide awake. She wanted these criminals caught-tonight.
She also told James he didn’t need to keep her company.
But he, ever obedient to his grandfather, made no move to leave.
He just sat beside her quietly, watching her draw. Watching her-and never tiring of it.
Meanwhile, elsewhere-
“Mr. Luke, Madam Nancy!”
Mathilda hadn’t yet heard that Lily had been rescued. But she did know about Lily and James’s divorce.
Eager to take Lily’s place, Mathilda had been angling for a chance to impress the Luke family and win James’s favor.
She dreamed of becoming the next Mrs. Luke.
When she saw Blanc’s car, she rushed forward carrying a food container, her expression sweet and gentle.
But her sudden appearance in front of the car startled even the usually composed Blanc.
When he recognized her, his face instantly darkened. etches of Justice
Still, he couldn’t run her over-no matter how badly he wanted to. He slammed the brakes, scowling the car jolted to a halt.
Nancy’s expression darkened the moment she saw Mathilda.
The village Lily had been trafficked to… it was the very same village where the Ginger family had once found Mathilda.
That connection made Nancy’s blood run cold.
Without hesitation, she stepped out of the car and walked straight toward her.
Behind them, Ivan pulled up in another vehicle, with Grace and Henry seated inside.
They too remembered exactly where Mathilda had been rescued.
They shared Nancy’s suspicion.
As soon as the car stopped, both elders got out and followed their daughter-in-law.
“Mr. Henry, Madam Grace,” Mathilda greeted them sweetly after nodding to Blanc and Nancy.
Her big dewy eyes blinked with practiced innocence, and she lifted the food container in her hands with a sugary smile. “I made some snacks myself. Would you like to try them?”
For a pampered heiress, cooking by hand was rare.
Mathilda believed this humble gesture would make her seem virtuous and considerate-the perfect, candidate for James’s wife.
She expected praise.
Instead-
Smack!
Pain exploded across her cheek.
Her eyes widened in shock as she realized-Nancy had slapped her.
“Madam Nancy…”
Tears instantly welled in her eyes.
She was James’s fianc?e. She was flawless.
She had truly believed that once Lily was out of the picture, the Luke family would come to their senses and marry her to James.
She had been so gentle, so sweet, so “thoughtful”-and this was how Nancy responded?
The humiliation and fury surged within her. She nearly lost control of her expression, but she forced herself to maintain her pitiful demeanor. Tears streamed down her face in fat, dramatic drops.
Nancy wasn’t moved. In fact, she looked repulsed.
Smack!
Another slap-fierce and swift.
“Lily was trafficked to that mountain village. That was your doing, wasn’t it?”
Mathilda’s heart skipped a beat.
She had thought she covered her tracks well. That no one would ever know.
No one was supposed to find Lily-much less rescue her.
Had that little bitch made it out alive?
The thought made her fingertips tremble with rage.
But she’d always been good at playing innocent. She lowered her head and whimpered, “Madam Nancy. L I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I only heard about Lily and James’s divorce. I felt bad for him, and I was worried you’d be upset too. So I made these snacks for you… I really do think of Lily as family. I would never hurt her. Wait-she was trafficked? Was she… did they hurt her? Did you find her? I’m so worried. I have to see her!”
She burst into loud sobs, swaying like she might faint from grief.
She sounded like she cared so deeply.
But Nancy had had enough of her crocodile tears.
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