No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 813

Sinclair gave Mr. Wagner a respectful nod and then approached Jacqueline with genuine sorrow in his eyes.

For a moment, I almost believed Sinclair was here purely to offer his condolences. But after that fierce confrontation with Dustin in the basement, I knew better.

"Mom," Conrad said, walking over to Jacqueline.

Her eyes were brimming with tears as she nodded, "Put on your mourning clothes and pay your respects to your father."

Conrad seemed to have regained some composure. The housekeeper helped him into his mourning attire, and he stood beside Jacqueline.

There weren't many others present.

They say when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. It seemed to hold true.

The Wagner family had certainly lost its influence once it passed from Conrad's hands to Dustin's. And with Dustin tangled up with the Clark family, rumors were bound to have reached some ears.

Those who could avoid coming simply did.

The deceased wouldn't know the difference between a crowded room or an empty

one.

"Escort Mr. Anderson out!"

respects

well Sinclair wouldn't leave so easily, yet he insisted

rush. I'm waiting for my Seven," Sinclair replied, glancing

linking her arm with mine, "I'll

Jacqueline needed support, and with Fanny by my side, Sinclair had

of defiance and anger, but there was little he could do. This was, after all, a place for

Mr. Anderson, feel free to

glanced at Fanny, and exited

left, his men remained stationed outside, making

of stormy gray. I

then, someone rushed in and whispered, "Mr. Clark

Lord

no surprise; . Wagner were

thieves.

that

past kindness, I couldn't

entered in a white linen suit, his

men, with blood on their hands, felt little for

presence could be for mourning-or perhaps to plot

and I watched him from the moment he stepped