"We don’t want it, just drive away!" The traffic cop refused, and Ryan Richard promptly accelerated and drove off.
He felt disappointed, looking at the two cigarettes he couldn’t give away earlier. They couldn’t be returned in one piece, and were instead bent in the middle.
He lit another cigarette and continued smoking.
The security guard at the school gate, who has seen too many shifts, looked at Ryan’s casual deanor and hesitated, "Are you really a student of our school?"
Ryan nodded repeatedly: "Really, my na is Ryan Richard, the school must have a record, you can check."
The security guard didn’t have the strength to argue with him. After hesitating for a mont, he opened the gate, "Hurry up and leave, I need to lock the gate."
"Thank you, uncle." Ryan waved his hand quickly and ran in.
The security guard locked the door and mumbled to himself, "What uncle, at most I’m your elder brother."
Once inside, Ryan went directly to find Sophie Allen’s form teacher from those days, only to learn that all information related to Sophie had been erased from the school records. Even her test papers and howork were nowhere to be found.
Ryan didn’t give up and personally went to the place where the school stores the work of graduated students, but still couldn’t find anything.
Upon leaving the teacher’s office, he felt even more puzzled. Had Sophie really left nothing behind?
Right after, he got a call from his assistant, "Boss Richard, I couldn’t find any of Sophie Allen’s travel records like you asked."
"Nothing?" Ryan was skeptical, how could there be nothing?
Sophie was a real person, how could all her records be erased?
And even if soone could do it, the scale of operation involving schools, airlines... was too huge, he didn’t believe Sophie could achieve it.
"Can’t find it."
The assistant’s answer was still the sa.
Ryan felt a little desperate. He sat on a stone bench by the school lake, feeling completely hopeless.
He held his face in his hands, thinking about the Richard Corporation on the verge of bankruptcy and grew more irritable.
"Ah!" He yelled towards the lake, "Ryan, try shouting, it really relieves stress."
Sophie’s voice suddenly appeared in his ear, "Sophie, you didn’t disappear, did you? You just changed your identity, right?"
"Ryan, let’s take a photo, as a rembrance."
He rembered in the photo studio, the day when Sophie persuaded him to take photos with various beautiful backgrounds.
"Right, photos!" He stood up from the bench all of a sudden, running out quickly as if a burden had been lifted.
"Hey, young man, carry your ID!"
Once ho, Ryan quickly rummaged through the dusty junk in the cabinet, "Photo album, photo album."
He muttered to himself.
Soon, a yellowing vintage photo album was found, opened to reveal various mories with Sophie.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, hugging the photo album, he thought to himself, "Sophie, long ti no see."
...
Ryan looked at Charlotte Thompson, and said with a grin, "Sophie, I have a whole stack of photo albums we took when we were dating."
"What photos?" Charlotte pretended not to understand.
Ryan was triumphant, "Our photo albums, it’s such a coincidence that I was tidying up my ho a few days ago and stumbled upon them. When I saw them, I thought, ’hey, this is Sophie! How co she looks exactly like Charlotte? Oh, it turns out they are the sa person."
Charlotte froze. She didn’t dare to speak. She didn’t expect Ryan would still keep that photo album.
Seeing this, Ryan beca even more smug. "I’m certain, you are Sophie. So, are you not going to keep pretending to be Charlotte?"
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