Chapter 195 How Could It Be Her?
James rushed to Sylvie and asked, "Can you help me find the mastermind?"
Sylvie paused, then said, "I can, but you have to promise me something first."
"What is it? Just tell me!" James said, anxious.
"I haven't decided yet, but I won't help for free. Promise me now, and I'll let you know later," Sylvie replied with a grin.
"Fine, fine, just tell me how to find them!" James snapped.
"Watch your tone. I'm your only hope right now," Sylvie shot back.
"Are you going to help or not?" James was desperate.
James didn't have the patience to dwell on Sylvie's chatter. His mind was fixated on one thing: finding the culprit behind this mess.
"Alright, I'll tell you," Sylvie said, picking up a photo. "Take this to a print shop near the school. These photos were likely printed in bulk, and the shop owner will remember. Offer a little incentive, and they'll tell you who printed them. Most shops have surveillance cameras, so you can check the footage."
"Why didn't I think of that?" James said, relieved.
"You haven't dealt with this stuff before. When I was famous, competitors tried to defame me with fake photos. I found them using this method. Fame comes with rumors and scandals," Sylvie explained with a smile.
"Thanks, I know what to do now," James said softly.
He felt lucky to have met Sylvie. Without her, he wouldn't have thought of this.
"I've told you the method. Finding the shop is up to you," Sylvie said, waving as she walked into the school.
James called Terry, thinking he'd be the best person to handle this. Terry's influence in Lumina City was vast, and the photos were likely printed by someone local. Finding them shouldn't be too hard.
Five minutes later, Terry pulled up in a Range Rover and stopped in front of James.
James hopped in. "Terry, I need your help."
Terry smiled. "What do you need, James?"
James was taken aback by Sylvie's offer, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. He realized that lately, he'd been relying on Terry far too much. Ever since inheriting the fortune, it seemed like trouble had followed him like a shadow.
"Sorry for calling you out last night and again today."
"Don't worry about it, James. The company is yours, and I'm here to help with anything, business or personal. No need to be formal," Terry reassured him.
James nodded, still unsure how to properly thank Terry, who had everything—status, position, and money.
"So, what's the urgent matter?" Terry asked.
James handed him the photo. "I need you to find out which print shop made this and who printed it."
Terry glanced at the photo and got the gist. "Got it."
"How long will it take?" James asked.
"If we're quick, two to three hours; if slow, a day," Terry replied.
"Great, get on it. I'll head back to school. Call me when you have something," James said, getting out of the car.
Terry drove off without wasting any time.
James planned to return to class but felt irritated thinking about his classmates' stares. He decided to head home instead.
At home, he locked himself in his room and played on his phone. About two hours later, Terry called.
"Did you find them?" James asked eagerly.
"Yes, we found the print shop. I'm getting the surveillance footage now," Terry said, always thorough.
"Send it to me as soon as possible," James urged.
"Will do," Terry replied and hung up.
Soon, James received the video. When he watched it, he was stunned. "How could it be her?" he muttered, shocked and confused.
Determined to get answers, James left his room with his phone. He needed to clear this up today, or Laura might keep misunderstanding.
