Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 105: Narrow Paths for Foes

When Shane Donovan arrived at the police station, he saw Rhys Lennox sitting on a bench with his legs crossed, his blonde hair was particularly striking under the fluorescent lights.

At the moment he was idly spinning a pen in his hand, and when he heard footsteps behind him, he turned his head instinctively.

When he saw it was Shane Donovan, he smirked, "Hey, big brother, appreciate the effort."

Shane Donovan ignored him and walked straight to the police officer handling the case.

The procedures were quick; within ten minutes, the two brothers walked out the police station doors one after another.

The night breeze was slightly cool, Shane Donovan opened the car door and glanced at Rhys Lennox without much emotion: "Get in."

Rhys Lennox shrugged and got into the passenger seat.

As the car smoothly entered the traffic flow, Shane Donovan steadied the steering wheel with one hand and loosened his tie with the other: "What happened?"

"Got duped by a busybody woman."

Rhys Lennox sneered, but there was no amusement in his eyes, "That woman insisted I was a thief. She’s quite pretty but has terrible eyesight."

Shane Donovan kept his gaze on the road ahead, his tone flat: "With that blonde hair, you don’t exactly look like a good guy."

Rhys Lennox was choked and irritably raked his hair: "It’s like that abroad! Unlike you all, dressed like insurance salesmen."

Shane Donovan didn’t respond. After a moment, he suddenly turned on the indicator, "How about a drink?"

Rhys Lennox raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, then smirked, "Sure, it’s rare to see big brother at leisure."

Soon, the car slowly entered the parking lot of Misty Riveria.

Shane Donovan opened the door to the VIP suite and heard Evan Hughes shouting, "Damn, Young Master Donovan, what a rare guest..."

Evan Hughes was in a flashy pink shirt today, but before finishing his sentence, he noticed the ’Golden Lion King’ following Shane.

"Hey, who’s this? From where did the Golden Lion King come?"

Rhys Lennox gave Evan Hughes a cold look, his lips curling into a roguish sneer: "Evan Hughes, after so many years, your mouth is still as annoying."

These two have never gotten along since childhood.

Evan Hughes couldn’t stand Rhys Lennox’s rebelliousness, while Rhys Lennox looked down on Evan Hughes’s flashy style.

"Can’t compare to Young Master Lockwood’s uniqueness, first day back home, went to the station for tea, quite the peculiar welcome," Evan Hughes mocked in return.

Rhys Lennox’s gaze darkened, thinking of the busybody woman at the airport brought a surge of anger.

Shane Donovan ignored the tension between the two, sat on the main couch, and poured himself a drink.

Seeing this, Evan Hughes stopped talking to Rhys Lennox and leaned closer to Shane Donovan, lowered his voice: "About that family you asked me to investigate who stabbed Jasper and fled, we have some leads. Someone seems to be directing them from behind, covered it well, but some loose ends remain..."

Shane Donovan slightly squinted, looking up at him.

Evan Hughes grinned, "You were spot on..."

He lowered his voice further, "The running of that family is suspicious. I traced it further and someone supported them, very cleanly done, not typical medical agitators. And..."

He paused, his expression somewhat odd: "Their account got a sudden influx of cash yesterday from an overseas shell company, but tracing it to the last layer, found some ties to Jasper."

Shane Donovan’s eyes grew darker, his fingers lightly rubbed the rim of the glass.

Evan Hughes leaned in closer: "Old Donovan, you think that boy Jasper has gone bonkers? Hired someone to stab him? Playing the martyr?"

Shane Donovan didn’t speak, a layer of frost formed in his eyes.

...

While Rhys Lennox found the cryptic conversation between the two dull, he got up: "I’m going to the bathroom."

He wandered through the dimly lit corridor, idly surveying this top-tier money pit of Riveria.

Reaching a corner, his gaze inadvertently swept over the dance hall, and his steps abruptly halted.

In the distance, Stella Sterling was following a waiter, walking towards the VIP room. The dim lighting outlined her graceful neck, her eyes holding a breathtakingly cool allure.

Rhys Lennox narrowed his eyes, his tongue pressed against his back molars—this was indeed...

Narrow escape.

He leaned against the wall, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and had one in his mouth.

With a ’snap’, flames ignited, a small red dot lit up in the dark corridor.

Wisps of smoke rose up; through the haze, Rhys Lennox fixed his gaze firmly on Stella Sterling, his lips gradually curving into a slight smile.

Deal with her? 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Seems, it’s not necessary to wait until next time.

...

At this moment, Stella Sterling was following the waiter, familiar with the route to the VIP room.

Through the dim corridor, she unknowingly lifted her eyes, her steps paused almost imperceptibly.

Leaning against the column ahead was a tall man.

His golden blonde short hair was striking under the subdued lights, his black motorcycle jacket casually unbuttoned, revealing the white T-shirt underneath.

Between his fingers was a cigarette, and he was glancing over this way with a casual rogue smile at his lips.

"..."

Stella Sterling couldn’t help but frown.

Why is he here?

Out of the police station so soon?

Though sneering internally, Stella Sterling showed no emotion externally, attempting to walk past without looking.

However, just as she was about to pass him, he suddenly lazily turned his body, directly blocking her path.

"Hey, isn’t this the justice-promoting lawyer from this afternoon?"

He blew a smoke ring, his voice carrying a rogue tone, "Why, following me now?"

Stella Sterling halted, raised her eyes to him, her gaze calm and unruffled, "Move aside."

"Tsk."

Rhys Lennox tossed the cigarette on the ground, extinguishing it, stepped forward, and approached her, "The business of getting me into the station isn’t settled, now running into me, not saying sorry?"

His height and long legs brought a sense of oppression as he deliberately moved closer.

But Stella Sterling merely furrowed her brows slightly, instead of retreating, she met his gaze.

"When the police investigation clears things up, you’ll naturally be proven innocent. As for an apology..."

Her tone was detached, "You should be the one apologizing for this harassment of yours right now."

"I’m harassing you?" Rhys Lennox sounded as if he had heard a joke, reaching out to grab her wrist, "Can lawyers randomly label people?"

Stella Sterling reacted instantly, flipping her wrist to evade, simultaneously retrieving her phone from her purse, her thumb poised above the record button.

She waved her phone, the screen lit up, "Or, we could discuss this at the police station again? I personally escort you there this time."

Rhys Lennox’s movements froze, looking at her eyes, cool as an unfaltering sea and the phone ready to record evidence—his anger flared but was effectively checked.

He was a seasoned troublemaker, never meeting a woman so impervious yet skillful.

"Fine, you’re really something." He grinned though irate, nodded, his gaze turning ominous, "Sharp tongue, huh? I’ll see what you can..."

"Rhys Lennox!"

A low, cold voice rang out behind, cutting short Rhys Lennox’s unfinished threat.

Shane Donovan had arrived, standing a few steps away, the lights casting shadows on his deep-set eyes, obscuring his expression, yet the overall air around him chilled the corridor.

Rhys... Rhys Lennox?

Stella Sterling blinked, confused—wait...

That name seemed a bit familiar...