Bully Lord

Part-160

As they continued to walk through the market, they found themselves talking more and more. They discovered shared interests, shared dislikes, and even a few shared memories. It was as if they had always been friends, destined to cross paths.

Toya asked James, "How’s your investigation going? Have you guys uncovered any new leads?"

James nodded, "Yeah, we’ve found out that the owner of the Mobile World shop might be involved."

Toya’s eyes narrowed in thought. "I suspected him too. That man seems capable of something like this. Looks like I’ll need to report this to my father."

Toya's father was a policeman, just like James's.

But James quickly interjected, "Please don’t. Let us dig a little deeper first."

He hesitated, considering whether to tell her about their suspicions regarding their upperclassman Alex, knowing Toya’s nature, she might confront him directly, which could complicate things.

Toya wasn’t convinced. "Do you really think I’m going to stay quiet while someone uses my grandmother’s identity to scam others? This could bring disgrace to my family."

James persisted, "I’m asking you to trust us and give us more time. Please."

Toya sighed, clearly frustrated but willing to give him a chance. "Fine, but only this time. I’m giving you one week. If you can’t solve it by then, I’m going to my father."

James grinned, relieved. Then he teased, "Thanks. But you know, you sound like you’re giving me a deadline to bring my family over for marriage talks, or you’ll move on."

Toya’s eyes narrowed into a cold glare. James quickly raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I won’t joke about that again. Promise."

As they talked, James realized that Toya was actually quite interesting. She was intelligent, witty, and had a strong sense of justice.

By the time they left the market, their initial animosity had faded, replaced by a sense of camaraderie. They had found a common ground, a connection that transcended their differences.

As they walked away from the market, Toya turned to James and said, "You know, you're not as bad as I thought."

James smiled. "I know," he replied. "But you're not as bad as I thought either."

As they continued walking, Toya turned to James with a serious expression. "But that doesn't mean I approve of your methods," she said. "Violence isn't the answer to everything."

James was taken aback by her sudden change of tone. "Why do you always think that fighting back is violence?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion.

Toya hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with a hint of sadness. But then, she returned to her usual cold indifference. "It's getting late," she said, dismissing the topic. "I have to go now."

James felt a pang of disappointment. He had hoped that their conversation would lead to a deeper understanding, but it seemed that Toya was unwilling to share her thoughts on the matter.

As he watched Toya walk away, a sense of sadness washed over him. He knew that she was hiding something, a deep-seated pain that she wasn't willing to reveal. He could see it in her eyes, a flicker of sadness that was quickly masked by her usual indifference.

James knew that he couldn't force her to open up. But he also knew that he couldn't let her go through this alone. He would be there for her, ready to listen whenever she was ready to talk.

However, James didn’t realize he was thinking this way. Toya looked so adorable that he was caught up in his thoughts, failing to notice just how beautiful she seemed to him at that moment.

As he walked home that evening, James couldn't shake the feeling that he had failed. He had wanted to help Toya, to understand her pain. But she had pulled away, leaving him feeling helpless.