Taking his cell phone out, Shane glanced at the caller ID, only to see that it was a call from
Stanley. In a flash, surprise washed over him.
Needless to say, he did not think that the man was calling at that hour to ask about the
identity of Joyce's hypnotist once more.
After all, Stanley knew that Shane would never tell him the answer. Hence, he would never
ask again.
Consequently, it was because of some other matter that the man called at that hour.
Sure enough, Stanley snorted on the other end of the phone upon hearing Shane's
question. “I contacted Sean a while ago.”
At the mention of that name, Shane immediately narrowed his eyes. “Sean? As expected,
the two of you have each other's contact.”
Stanley was not surprised that the man surmised that.
Since Shane knew that he obtained the whereabouts of the Rivers family from Sean, the
man would undoubtedly suspect that he could contact the latter.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, he did find it surprising that Shane never once asked him about Sean's
whereabouts or contact information despite knowing that he might be in contact with the
latter.
Verily, he had no idea whether Shane was confident that he could find Sean by himself or
because of some other reason.
“I asked him about Joyce's hypnotist, and he told me everything,” Stanley admitted,
nudging his glasses.
At that, Shane's eyes narrowed a fraction. “So?”
It did not come as a surprise to him that Sean was aware of the identity of Joyce's
hypnotist.
Considering the fact that the man knew about her undergoing hypnosis, it was no surprise
that he knew the hypnotist's identity.
“I don't need that hypnotist to undo Joyce's hypnosis. I can do it by myself so long as I
know the person who performed the hypnosis. As such, it's of no use that you moved
him.” Stanley's lips curved into a smirk.
In response, Shane harrumphed. “If so, do it, then. As for whatever is to become of her
henceforth, that has nothing to do with me anymore.”
I've already done all I could, and I won't interfere in whatever follows. If Joyce were to
recover her memories and plunge back into the abyss of torment, that would be on him.
Natalie won't blame me either. Ultimately, I've already done my best.
“Naturally, I'll undo her hypnosis. But not now,” Stanley replied evenly.
Shane quirked a brow. “In that case, why are you telling me all this?”
“I didn't call you to boast that I've already learned of the hypnotist's identity. Instead, it's
to warn you about Sean's final conspiracy.” Stanley narrowed his eyes dangerously, his
expression turning significantly grimmer.
Hearing that, Shane faltered in his tracks. In the end, he simply stopped short. “What did
you just say? His final conspiracy?”
“Yes.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Why are you telling me this? Don't you regard me as an enemy? Would you be so kind?”
Shane snorted, making it clear that he did not believe Stanley.
“Indeed, I have no regard for you. Unfortunately, Natalie is your wife. No matter what, I'm
her friend at the end of the day, and I don't want to see her hurt,” Stanley uttered coldly.
“Don't want to see her hurt?” Realization dawned upon Shane, and his pupils abruptly
constricted. “Are you saying that Sean's final conspiracy has something to do with her?”
“When I contacted him to inquire about the identity of Joyce's hypnotist, he asked a favor
of me. He said he sent you a letter, a final letter of challenge,” Stanley divulged instead of
answering the question.
Shane grunted in acknowledgment. “Yeah. He's cunning enough and has the brains, but
he's impatient. Thus, he won't be able to resist making an appearance sooner or later to
have that final duel with me. That letter of challenge is the duel invitation he sent me.
However, the method, venue, and time are presently unknown.”
Therefore, all he could do right then was to be on guard against everything, nipping all
danger in the bud and protecting those around him, especially his wife and children.
“He told me that as well. That aside, he's dragging Natalie into it.”