“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 arms. “Where's my

whether to laugh or

as if he

Let's go to our bedroom.” Natalie pulled him

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

her into the room, brimming

in but didn't notice

looked the same

small gathering, and she had decorated the room and prepared something

However, there was nothing.

looked at Natalie questioningly, his eyes

the closet.”

strides, a trace of displeasure

the closet open, and what was inside

dressed in a sleek black tuxedo and

sprinkling of tiny rhinestones, creating an illusion of a sheer galaxy. Anyone who laid

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