"Thank you for your kind offer, but I don't think it's necessary," Debra sighed, setting her glass down. "Honestly, whether the Nichols family stays intact or not doesn't matter much to me." She got up and headed toward the door.

Andrew called after her, "I thought you weren't interested in the funeral."

"I'll just take a look." Debra grabbed a mask and slipped it on.

The funeral for Shelia was grand, and she could blend into the crowd easily.

Andrew turned to Barton. "Give her my invitation."

"Yes, sir." Barton pulled the funeral invitation from his pocket and handed it to Debra. She glanced at it and raised an eyebrow. "Now you can't deny you've planned this." Clearly, Andrew had been waiting for this moment.

Without another word, Debra turned and left the house.

Barton spoke. "Sir, it seems Mrs. Houston doesn't want to spread the rumors."

"We'll help her," Andrew said.

to

same time, she wouldn't let herself get taken advantage of, a contradiction Andrew

Debra had just vacated. He picked up the coffee on the table and asked,

on his coffee.

his brows furrowing. "Your coffee tastes

accidentally added some vinegar earlier." At the cemetery, the scene

a black veil

wrapped in a

arrangements.

the guests had already gathered, and most

fell on Shelia's portrait, but she didn't feel

what

she could have studied abroad, returned to a decent job in the Nichols Group, and eventually

greedy, ruthless and solely focused on

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255