“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.

enveloped her in his

didn't know whether to laugh

been on his mind since yesterday as if

Let's go to our bedroom.”

for Thompson Group in the morning, she had

followed her into the

he walked in but didn't notice anything

still looked the same with no

and she had decorated the room and prepared something for

However, there was nothing.

questioningly, his eyes flashing with annoyance

closet.” She

long strides, a trace of displeasure

yanked the doors to the closet open,

were two mannequins dressed in a sleek

bodice was encrusted with a delicate sprinkling of tiny rhinestones, creating an illusion of a sheer galaxy. Anyone who laid eyes on

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