Chapter 337

Shawn Johnson's phone rang abruptly at six in the morning.

"Mr. Johnson, Kevin Shaw died suddenly at the nightclub last night," the voice on the other end sounded panicked.

He bolted upright in bed, nearly dropping his phone. The dim gray light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting mottled shadows across his face.

"Heart attack?" His voice was tight.

After hanging up, Shawn lit a cigarette. As the smoke curled around him, he remembered Luna White's eerily calm eyes.

A month ago, when Luna had approached him, she'd only said one thing: "I want Kevin Shaw dead." He'd assumed she would hire a hitman or set up some elaborate trap. Never had he expected...

"Clever," he muttered, stubbing out the cigarette with a cold laugh.

Kevin Shaw had deserved to die. That bastard had ruined countless girls in his hometown, yet always walked free. But the way Luna had orchestrated his death without leaving a trace sent a chill down Shawn's spine.

"Young Master, your grandfather requests your presence for breakfast," the butler reminded softly outside the door.

In the dining room, Old Mr. Johnson was reading the newspaper. He smiled warmly when his grandson entered. "Come, the millet porridge is freshly made."

"Grandfather," Shawn sat down, his voice low. "There's been an incident with the Shaws. Kevin died suddenly at the nightclub last night."

The spoon in the old man's hand clattered into the bowl. "What? That boy was barely thirty!"

"They're calling it a heart attack." Shawn stirred his porridge absently, appetite gone. "Grandfather, about Dr. White... I think we should keep our distance."

The old man frowned. "What do you mean? She saved my life."

"Exactly because she's too capable." Shawn set down his chopsticks. "Kevin's death is suspicious. I suspect—"

Before he could finish, the old man broke into a violent coughing fit. Shawn stood immediately, but his grandfather waved him off. "I'm fine. Are you suggesting Dr. White was involved?"

After a long pause, Shawn nodded.

The old man sighed deeply. "Very well. We'll remember her kindness, but from now on... minimize contact."

Outside, the morning sun finally broke through the clouds. Shawn stared at the blinding light, suddenly recalling Luna's parting words:

"Mr. Johnson, we're even now."

At the time, he'd thought she meant saving his grandfather. Now, he wondered if she'd been referring to something else entirely.

The realization made his blood run cold.