<em>Chapter 400 Sketches of Justice </em>


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


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


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


    <em>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. </em>


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


    <em>James had already suspected the hotel receptionist. </em>


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


    <em>They caught her in a luxury boutique, buying designer handbags. She’d already quit <b>her </b>job after epting a hefty payoff. </em>


    <em>At first, she denied knowing anyone named Lily at all. </em>


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


    <em>She imed she thought the person was one of Lily’s friends and only wanted to make sure she <b>was </b>well taken care of. She insisted she never meant to hurt anyone. </em>


    <em>James didn’t believe a word of it. </em>


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


    <em>If she didn’t mean any harm, why ignore all his calls to the hotel after the incident? </em>


    <em>He would have the Luke family’s legal team deal with her. </em>


    <em>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. </em>


    <em>But finding the traffickers themselves was proving far harder. </em>


    <em>They had exceptional counter–surveince skills. </em>


    <em>Before entering the hotel, they’d shut off the main power, evading every camera. When ney left, they wore disguises and avoided every surveince path. </em>


    <em>Even their vehicle didn’t appear on any security footage–they’d chosen remote back roads the entire way </em>


    <em>out. </em>


    <em>Tracking <b>them </b><b>down </b>by conventional means would be nearly impossible. </em>


    <em>But if Lily could draw their faces<b>… </b></em>


    <em>Everything could change<b>. </b></em>


    <em>James wanted them behind bars–and the mastermind with them. He immediately <b>called </b><b>Ashton </b><b>to </b><b>bring </b>drawing supplies. </em>


    <em>Before that, Lily insisted on cleaning herself up. </em>


    <em>She hadn’t vomited on herself, but the lingering scent made her feel unwell. </em>


    <em>She took a long shower and brushed her teeth twice. Only </em>


    <em>hen did she feel fresh again. </em>


    <em>“Lily, want something else to eat?” </em>


    <em>Ashton had just delivered the drawing materials. </em>


    <em>But Lily, eager to catch the traffickers, shook her head and sat at the desk. She began sketching, pulling from memory. </em>


    <em>Her memory was exceptional, and her drawing skills were remarkable. </em>


    <em>Each sketch was so urate, the faces on the paper looked exactly like the men who had taken her. </em>


    <em>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. </em>


    <em>She also told James he didn’t need to keep herpany. </em>


    <em>But he, ever obedient to his grandfather, made no move to leave. </em>


    <em>He just sat beside her quietly, watching her draw. Watching her–and never tiring of it. </em>


    <em>Meanwhile, elsewhere- </em>


    <em>“Mr. Luke, Madam Nancy!” </em>


    <em>Mathilda hadn’t yet heard that Lily had been rescued. But she did know about Lily and James’s divorce. </em>


    <em>Eager to take Lily’s ce, Mathilda had been angling for a chance to impress the Luke family and win James’s favor. </em>


    <em>She dreamed of bing the next Mrs. Luke. </em>


    <em>When she saw nc’s car, she rushed forward carrying a food container, her expression sweet and gentle. </em>


    <em>But her sudden appearance in front of the car startled even the usuallyposed nc. </em>


    <em>When he recognized her, his face instantly darkened. </em>


    <em><b>2/3 </b></em>


    <em>etches of Justice </em>


    <em><b>Still</b>, <b>he </b>couldn’t run <b>her </b>over–no matter how badly he wanted to. He mmed the brakes, scowling the <b>car </b>jolted to a halt. </em>