Chapter 404 - 391: So She Was the Real Murderer

Soren Johnson abruptly turned around, a faint layer of malevolence enveloping his whole being, akin to a devil about to awaken in Hell, frighteningly terrifying.

"Yes, sir. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first."

Leonard Harrison frowned slightly, nodded, and said nothing more before turning and retreating.

As he stepped out of the study, Leonard Harrison glanced back at Soren Johnson, shook his head helplessly, and returned to his room.

Back in his room, lying on the bed, he thought of Soren Johnson’s demeanor just now. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He knew that this matter was Soren Johnson’s Achilles’ heel.

But there was one thing he truly couldn’t understand. In his youth, Soren Johnson was so spirited and decisive.

Although he still had an obsession with this matter, it wasn’t like it is now.

It seemed that the older he got, the deeper his obsession became.

Especially recently, his obsessiveness had grown even stronger.

Yet he still felt that this matter was too much like mysticism, fundamentally absurd.

If it truly was a fortune stored in Sterling Trust Bank, then why must only specific people be able to unlock it?

Logically, this should be something passed down verbally through the generations of the Johnson Family’s heirs.

Perhaps it’s really because too many things have been happening lately.

The originally designated heir, Alexander, was fraught with frequent issues.

Moreover, the lady of the house was also worrisome.

The Wilson Family sent a daughter for an arranged marriage, but she was unwilling and continuously stirred trouble.

Leonard Harrison kept thinking about these recent happenings in the Johnson Family, and only fell asleep at dawn, just as the sky was about to brighten.

Meanwhile, Soren Johnson stood persistently by the floor-to-ceiling window of the study, his mind filled with Leonard Harrison’s words and all that had transpired recently.

He too knew well that he couldn’t place all his hopes on that matter.

However, lately, he increasingly felt that he was becoming powerless.

Perhaps it was age catching up with him, growing old.

After all, he was not the man he used to be in his younger days.

Soren Johnson clenched his fists tightly, turned around, walked over to the desk, and opened the dossier.

The dossier wasn’t about someone else; it was about Alan Johnson.

This was something Soren Johnson had instructed Leonard Harrison to investigate a few days ago, information on Alan Johnson abroad over these years.

If the situation came to the worst, if it truly came to that final step, then Alan Johnson might have to be considered.

Putting down the dossier, Soren Johnson looked in the direction of Rhovan.

At this moment, Alan’s plane should have already taken off, right?

In Rhovan, Alan Johnson sat on the plane, looking at the ticket in his hand, feeling somewhat dazed.

Ten years had passed, and he was finally returning.

Once he thought he would never go back in this lifetime.

Well, returning would also allow him to pay his respects to Mom.

The next afternoon, the plane landed.

Ladies and gentlemen:

Our plane has landed at Aethel International Airport. Local time is 4:30 PM, with an outside temperature of 22 degrees Celsius.

The plane is taxiing on the runway. Please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened, do not stand up, and do not open the overhead compartments.

Once the plane has come to a complete stop and the seatbelt sign is off, you may unfasten your seatbelt and gather your belongings. Be careful when retrieving items from overhead compartments to avoid anything falling, and watch your head.

Checked baggage can be collected from the baggage claim area in the arrivals hall; transiting passengers should proceed to the transfer counter after disembarking.

Thank you for choosing Stratos Air. We wish you a pleasant journey, and we hope to see you again!

Alan Johnson did not return directly to Kyohai; instead, he went back to Aethel.

Because Mom was buried here.

Naturally, the first stop upon his return had to be visiting Mom.

Moreover, Aethel was the place where he and Mom lived for ten years.

Everything here was a memory of his childhood.

As Alan Johnson just landed, news of it reached Soren Johnson.

"Sir, the second master has returned, but his first stop was Aethel."

"Hmm, it’s been so many years. It’s about time he visited his mother."

Soren Johnson nodded and immediately instructed the butler to book a ticket to Aethel for the next day.

But this trip caused quite a stir within the entire Johnson Family.

The first to explode was Gabriella Dyer.

"What did you say? The second master’s first stop was Aethel, and then the old man followed suit?"

Gabriella Dyer was in the mall shopping when she received the call. The shopping bag in her hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

"Yes."

Upon hearing the answer on the other end of the phone, Gabriella Dyer immediately gave an order: "Go, immediately go and inform our Eldest Young Master. Also, make sure not to miss our Old Madam."