Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 324

Chapter 324: Chapter 324 Shadows in the Hallway

Author’s pov

Yvonne’s every hair stood on end when she caught Tang’s expression. She followed his eyes down the hallway, but there was nothing there.

"Don’t go," she blurted out, grabbing his arm with surprising strength the second he started to move.

Tang’s voice softened. "It’s fine, Yvonne. I just need to..."

"I said don’t!" Her voice came out sharper than she meant, nothing like her usual flirty, carefree tone.

The tension of the night had shredded her nerves. The shadow of danger hadn’t left them since the attack.

Tang felt her grip tighten. The fear in her eyes caught him off guard.

"Alright, I won’t go. Just breathe, okay?" Tang said gently.

Their tense exchange caught Sebastian’s attention. Cecilia approached, brows furrowed, her every step cautious.

"What’s going on?" she asked quietly.

"I thought I sensed someone watching us from around the corner," Tang said. "I wanted to check, but... they’re gone now."

Harper’s eyes widened. "You don’t think someone realized Cassian survived and came back to finish the job?"

Tang nodded, his tone serious. "It’s possible. Too possible."

Sebastian walked over, shooting Tang a quick warning look that said, in no uncertain terms, don’t stir up more panic.

He gently guided Cecilia to a nearby chair.

"We’ve got this under control," he said in a low voice. "Let’s all stay calm."

They settled into the hospital’s sterile waiting area. The lights were too bright, the air too cold.

It felt like forever, but it had only been thirty minutes when the doctor finally walked through the doors.

"He’s stable," the doctor said. "Most of the injuries are superficial. He passed out from blood loss, but we’ve already done a transfusion. He should wake up soon."

A collective breath of relief swept through the group as Cassian was moved to a private room.

Sebastian told Tang to take Harper and Yvonne home. They weren’t supposed to be involved in all this.

But they both refused.

"We’re already in this," Harper said firmly. "We helped save his life. We’re not leaving now."

Cecilia’s pov

Sebastian stood near the tall hospital windows, phone to his ear, speaking in quiet, measured tones.

Harper, Yvonne, and I sat together on stiff plastic chairs, the kind that made your back hurt after five minutes.

Tang stood behind us.

A few minutes passed. Then Sebastian hung up and walked over.

"The driver didn’t make it," he said flatly. "He was pronounced dead at the other hospital."

The word death sent a chill down my spine.

Every time someone said it, the room felt colder, like the word pulled all the heat out of the air.

I couldn’t stop replaying what happened.

The image of the car flying toward Cassian was burned into my brain.

It didn’t feel like an accident.

It felt like a hit. Like something out of a crime novel. A ghost with a grudge.

And then I remembered something.

"Harper’s right. Suspicion doesn’t hold up in court. You need evidence. And everything we have so far? It still looks like an accident on paper."

"But it’s not!" I snapped. "This was planned. Someone set it up. There has to be something we missed. Some kind of clue."

Yvonne leaned forward, nodding.

"No one can plan a murder this clean. There’s always a loose thread. Money, maybe. If someone paid him, there’s got to be a record of it somewhere."

"Exactly," Harper jumped in. "Even if they sent the money to his family, there’s probably a wire transfer. Or maybe a fake paycheck. Something’s got to be there."

Sebastian motioned for Tang to step in."Tang, you should explain it to them."

Tang’s face darkened.

"They recruit straight out of prisons," he said. "Mostly lifers or guys with no future. The kind with violent records, no empathy, totally unstable."

"The money is arranged in advance. Untraceable. It shows up as a lottery win, or an inheritance from a fake relative."

Tang said it so calmly, like he was describing how to file taxes.

That only made it worse.

"The client never wires money directly. They use crypto, art auctions, fake charities. They hide it in plain sight. There’s no link between the person who orders the hit and the guy who carries it out."

He glanced at us. "These guys are like walking weapons. Their troubled pasts and messy lives give investigators an easy story to swallow. It all looks like a tragic mess instead of what it really is."

He might as well have been talking about weather patterns, but every word sank deeper, like a cold tide rising inside me.

Harper, Yvonne, and I just sat there.

Quiet. Eyes wide.

Too shocked to speak.