“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.

whether

as if he

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

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

followed her into the room,

the door swung open, he walked in but didn't notice anything out of the

the same with

gift was a small gathering, and she had

However, there was nothing.

Natalie questioningly, his eyes flashing with annoyance at the

the closet.”

the closet with long strides, a trace of

the closet open,

dressed in a sleek black tuxedo and

was encrusted with a delicate sprinkling of tiny rhinestones,

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