Bully Lord

Part-149

James was filled with gratitude. He had expected a long and difficult conversation, but Toya had agreed to help without any hesitation.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. "I won't let you down."

Toya simply replied, "Just don't mess this up," before hanging up.

After school, James, Ryan, and Sourov met Toya at the school exit as planned. Toya stood there, her arms crossed, her expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity. She glanced at Ryan and Sourov, her eyes narrowing.

"So, you want to ask about my grandmother, too?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sourov, taken aback by her directness, scratched his head nervously. "Yeah, I guess," he mumbled.

Toya rolled her eyes. "Don't try to impress me," she said bluntly. "Just be straightforward."

Sourov nodded, feeling a little embarrassed. "Sorry about that," he apologized.

Ignoring him, Toya turned to James. "Follow me," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Without another word, she turned and began walking away. The three boys exchanged puzzled glances before following her.

They walked for several minutes until they reached a modest apartment building on the outskirts of the city. Toya stopped in front of the building and turned to face them.

"This is where our family live, with my grandmother," she said simply. "Come in."

The trio followed her into the building, their curiosity piqued. They were finally going to meet the woman at the center of their investigation.

As they entered the apartment, they were greeted by the warm aroma of home-cooked food. An elderly woman, with kind eyes and a gentle smile, was sitting on the couch, watching television.

"Grandma, these are my friends," Toya introduced them.

The old woman stood up and greeted them with a warm smile. She had a kind and welcoming aura about her, and the boys immediately felt at ease.

"Please, sit down," she said, gesturing towards the living room. "Would you like some tea?"

As they sat down, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. They were about to ask this kind old woman about a serious crime, and they knew it wouldn't be easy.

But they were determined to find the truth, no matter how difficult it might be.

James declined the offer of tea, feeling a bit awkward. He wasn't sure how to start the conversation about the online scam without upsetting Mrs. Rahman.

As they sat in silence, Mrs. Rahman looked at James with a thoughtful expression. "You look familiar," she said, her voice filled with curiosity.

James hesitated for a moment before responding. "I helped you a few days ago," he said, referring to the incident at the market.

Mrs. Joya Rahman then glanced at Toya, who nodded in response.

Mrs. Rahman's face lit up with recognition. "Oh, yes! You're the young man who saved me from those thugs," she exclaimed, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I haven't had a chance to thank you properly because of a certain someone."

She glanced pointedly at Toya, who snorted and looked away. "Grandma, we're not here to talk about that," she said impatiently.

Mrs. Rahman ignored her granddaughter's interruption. "Thank you again for your help," she said to James. "You're a good young man."