That Adonis is Mine!

After Shawn placed the orange folder onto the table, John reached out for it and gave the document in full detail.

A ten pages of full description of Sebastian last day alive. John skimmed thru the early part of his day and concentrated on the later part - the last 4 hours of his day. He was preparing himself to join their night gala, all dressed up to the event. So there must be something important that made him cancelled his plan.

"He received a call from unknown number ? Who was it? " John asked after he read Sebastian history call that he doubt legally obtained.

"I'm not sure. The number is from a burner phone."

"So it was untraceable?"

"It was only one time contact, so I doubt it."

John released a heavy sigh. He just reached halfway through the documents and the result he had now was totally disappointing. John continued flipping pages after pages until he read about the last place Sebastian went - Sakura.

"He went to a closed down bar? He skipped on our glorious EDEM event to go to a closed down bar?"

John hasten his pace, flipping and reading the documents. An image of the bar's owner was attached, so when he saw it, he felt like he had seen the lady before. When he failed to recalled, he simply mention it to Shawn that was sitting opposite him with a downcast face.

"I think I saw this lady before but I don't remembered where."

"Maybe at Sebastian's wake."

John thought slowly, then it hit him. "Ah, the white lilies bouquet lady."

John took a second look at the lady owner of Sakura and read her detail again. Satomi is daughter of first lady of the Saori family, Hitomi and House's second son, Harold. In another word, Satomi is the eldest granddaughter of the regal House family. Both she and Michael are cousins!

After a short while, John placed back the orange file on the table and look at Shawn.

"What is our next step?"

"Establish contact with someone in House family."

"Sure, when?"

"That's the problem, I can't come up with anything to make initiate the first contact with them."

"No worries, let me handle it."

(⊙_⊙) "How are you going to do that?"

John smiled mischievously as he pick up his phone from the table top. After a few keyboard stroke, a message was sent. Done.