Chapter 197 You Have to Cooperate
James looked up at the girl pinning him down, who must've weighed at least 200 pounds, and felt completely at a loss.
The ordeal of having those doctored explicit photos spread around was already a major headache. But now, just when he thought he had finally tracked down the culprit, he found himself trapped on the floor under a girl of such considerable size.
If he got dragged to the dean's office, he'd be humiliated beyond belief.
First, the nude photos, and now caught in the girls' dorm by a bunch of girls. Everyone at school thought he was a perv.
"Speak up! What are you doing in our dorm?" the girl demanded when James stayed silent.
James hesitated, then said softly, "I came to find someone."
"Find someone?" The girl frowned, confused. "Who?"
"My girlfriend," James explained quietly. "Ma'am, I'm not a bad guy. I came to find my girlfriend. We had a quarrel, and she hasn't been answering my calls. I'm worried about her."
The girl looked at him, a bit unsure, and asked, "You're not lying, are you?"
"I swear to God, it's true!" James blurted out, desperate to get her off him.
"Paige, he seems pretty pitiful. Maybe let him go."
"Yeah, Paige, it's probably hard for a guy like him to get a girlfriend. Just let him go!"
"Yeah, I don't think he's a bad guy. If he wanted to do something bad, he wouldn't come now."
The other girls started whispering after hearing James.
The girl on top of him hesitated, then said, "Since you're here to find your girlfriend, I'll let you go this time. Go find her!"
She stood up, letting James go.
James quickly got up, thanked her, and ran upstairs without looking back.
He reached the fourth floor and found room 404.
James pushed the door open and walked in.
"Who is it?"
Sandra, who was sitting on her bed preparing to change clothes, instinctively turned her head when she heard the door open.
The moment she saw James, she froze in shock.
A scream erupted from her as she realized what was happening. Sandra had just taken off her clothes, ready to head to the shower. Although she had heard the door open, she assumed it was one of her roommates returning and didn't bother to cover up.
James walked in and got an unfiltered view of Sandra's curvaceous figure. Despite his general dislike for Sandra, he couldn't deny that her body was impressive, radiating youthful vitality. The only drawback was that Sandra's face didn't quite match up to the beauty of girls like Ashley or Jennifer.
Sandra instinctively grabbed the clothes on the bed to cover herself, shouting angrily, "Why did you come in? Get out!"
"Put your clothes on. I need to talk to you," James replied coldly, then stepped out of the room.
A minute later, thinking Sandra should be dressed, he pushed the door open and walked back in.
"What are you doing in our dorm?" Sandra, now in a camisole, yelled at him.
"Don't you know why I'm here?" James shot back coldly.
Sandra yelled, "What are you trying to do? This is the girls' dorm! If you try anything, I..."
Before she could finish, James stepped forward, grabbed her arm, and said, "Sandra, spreading someone's nudes without permission is illegal. And you photoshopped those pictures. If I call the police, they'll take you away. I can also sue you for defamation!"
James had seen Sandra in the surveillance video. He finally understood why she was always against him at school. She framed him while playing the victim.
"What nonsense are you talking about? When did I spread your nudes? Stop slandering me!" Sandra stammered.
"Slandering you?" James sneered, pulling out his phone and showing her the video Terry sent him.
"Look at this!" he shouted, throwing the phone in front of her.
Sandra froze, her face showing shock.
"James, where... where did you get this video?" she stammered.
"The print shop owner gave it to me. If this isn't enough, I can take you there and have the owner identify you. With both evidence and witnesses, I just need to call the police, and they'll take you away. Understand?" James replied coolly.
When Sandra heard James's words, her legs gave way, and she crumpled to the floor, her face a mask of despair.
She hadn't anticipated James being so resourceful, able to track down even the print shop.
"Do you want to tell me the truth now, or go to the police station?" James asked.
It was clear to him that Sandra was behind this; otherwise, she wouldn't be so terrified.
"James, please, don't send me to the police. I'm begging you!" Sandra pleaded desperately.
"If you don't want to go to the police, you have to cooperate. Answer my questions honestly, or I'll make sure you spend a few years in jail," James said calmly.
Sandra hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and nodded.
