“Got it.” Silas tucked the files under his arm and asked after suddenly remembering something, “Mr. Shane, the Thompson residence is now unoccupied. Should we send someone to maintain it?”

“No. After Sam's funeral is done, box up all the possessions and seal the residence. We'll hold our annual ancestral prayers there,” Shane replied lightly.

Silas made a sound of agreement and left.

Natalie pinched Shane on his shoulder to get his attention. “Is there going to be a funeral for Sam?”

His body had been transported to a funeral parlor.

Come what may, Sam was still a Thompson. Thus, Shane claimed his body and didn't donate it to a science institution.

Sam was not the same as Susan. He was a blood relation of Shane.

Just like Harrison, no matter how much Natalie hated him, she still gave him a proper burial.

“No, everyone knows what he did to my parents. If I gave him a funeral, I would be a laughingstock. Just a burial is fine.”

“Fair point.” She nodded.

her in his arms. “Where's my

didn't know whether to laugh

if he

now. Let's go to our bedroom.” Natalie

for Thompson Group in the morning, she had the chance to stash the

followed her into the room, brimming with

open, he walked in but didn't notice anything

still looked the same with no

was a small gathering, and she had

However, there was nothing.

at Natalie questioningly, his eyes flashing

the closet.”

marched to the closet with long strides, a trace of displeasure evident in his

the doors to the closet open, and what was inside shocked

were two mannequins dressed in a sleek

encrusted with a delicate sprinkling of tiny rhinestones, creating an illusion

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