Chapter 175 Compensation
“Move over.” Marvin pushed through the crowd, cutting a path with sheer
force.
Renee’s gaze stayed locked on him, unwavering.
A sudden tap on her back startled her.
Instinct should’ve taken over–she’d usually twist the wrist of anyone foolish enough to touch her. But this time, she couldn’t move.
A commanding presence radiated beside her, making her heart skip a beat.
“Ms. Carter, are you alright?” A deep, rich voice filled the space.
It was Shaun. Otherwise, she would’ve praised the voice for its smooth,
magnetic tone.
Renee turned her head and found Shaun standing beside her. His expression was soft but his focus sharp on Marvin.
“Seems like you enjoy getting drawn to trouble. Why not go take a look then?” he suggested coolly.
“Mr. Doyle, do you enjoy trouble?”
She clenched her jaw, holding back the sting of tears.
Her eyes reddened, but Shaun remained composed–calm and indifferent, as if nothing in the world could unsettle him. His expression was so opaque that no one could read his thoughts.
Despite the gentleness in his tone, his words were cutting, almost wicked.
“No,” he said quietly. “I don’t care for trouble. I just have an interest in
bodies–dead, especially.”
Renee was momentarily speechless.
“Care to join me, Ms. Carter?” Shaun asked smoothly.
She almost laughed at the absurdity. Who invited someone to look at a corpse? Before she could respond, Marvin emerged from the crowd, his steps quickening when he spotted them. His surprise was brief but
noticeable.
“Uncle Shaun, what brings you here?”
“Just here to see what’s going on,” Shaun replied casually.
Renee swallowed her tension, unwilling to let it show. She held back her questions, hoping to steady herself. But Shaun beat her to it. “Do you happen to know the person who passed away?”
Marvin shook his head. “It was a woman and I don’t recognize her. She looked young, so maybe someone’s daughter. Uncle Shaun, you should
have someone investigate.”
A woman… So, it wasn’t Ryland, then.
Renee felt a weight lift off her shoulders.
Thank goodness.
She let out a quiet sigh of relief.
“So… what about this woman? I noticed her hands are still tied…” Marvin’s
voice faltered slightly. He glanced between Shaun and Renee, remembering
what Renee had said earlier.
She had said before that even if anything happened, with Shaun’s skills, he could easily find a way out of it.
“Notify her family. Since this happened at my event, I should offer compensation.”
Marvin nodded. “Understood. They deserve proper compensation.”
“Is this all about money to you?!” Renee snapped, cutting into their
conversation.
Her eyes narrowed as she turned to Shaun. “Did you hear what Marvin said? That woman’s hands were tied. Tied! Who ties their own hands if they’re trying to commit suicide? And how could she even do that herself? Think!”
“Renee, stop… This isn’t your problem,” Marvin said quietly, trying to calm
her down.
But Renee wasn’t backing down. She met Shaun’s gaze, unflinching.
“This is murder. And you think money can fix it?”
Shaun didn’t flinch at the accusation. Instead, he smiled, unfazed. He pulled out a cigar, lit it with casual ease, took a slow puff, and exhaled before asking, “Ms. Carter, what do you think we should do?”
“Call the police. Let them take care of it,” she said firmly.
Seeing that he couldn’t persuade Renee, Marvin turned to Shaun. He looked timid, as if she had bullied him.
“Uncle Shaun, maybe… we should just call the police?” he said, uncertainty
in his voice.
