Thomas seemed eager to say more, but Marcus interjected with a gentle suggestion to the woman, Why not wait for me in the car? Melissa lingered momentarily, but then complied.

After her departure, Marcus shared a few words with Thomas.

When he rejoined Melissa in the car minutes later, she caught Thomass retreat to his black limousine from the corner of her eye.

Turning to Marcus, curiosity piqued, she inquired, What words were exchanged between you two? Starting the car with a subtle grin, Marcus replied, Nothing important! Despite his casual dismissal, Melissa remained skeptical.

Under the cloak of night, Thomas approached the Smith familys hall of mourning.

His black limousine came to a halt, its door opening to let him emerge.

the hall, his footsteps

burned in silent

hesitation, Thomas made his way to the forefront and knelt, lighting incense in a solemn

the stillness, Melissa

Claims of her ambition have been made, yet Marcus contends that her aspirations lie in the joys of home life-cooking,

his respects to Weldons image with three solemn

Thomas accepted his inevitable role at the helm of the Smiths,

candles cast a flickering glow as dawns

arrived at the villa as

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