Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Outside the hall, a crowd had gathered to bid farewell to Lennon, with several people standing guard at the entrance.

At one point, a business owner without a white flower tried to enter, but the doormen blocked him, saying, "Today is the old man's funeral. Without a white flower, no one can enter."

"I'm not a member of the Costello family, so why should I wear a white flower?" the man shot back, clearly looking for trouble.

The Costello family had relied on Lennon for years, and many new elites hoped for his downfall, eager to seize the opportunity. They weren't there to pay their respects but to see if the Costello family was on the decline. "Why argue? It's just a white flower. If you don't want to wear it, then leave," one of the doormen said firmly.

Just then, Bea, dressed in a black dress with a white flower pinned on it, stepped out to the funeral. She glanced at the people at the door and said, "I'm here to pay respects to an old friend. The Costello family never mentioned needing an invitation to attend the funeral." Seeing it was Bea, the doormen hesitated.

"What? Does the Costello family not have someone in charge?" Bea frowned and continued, "I'm here to pay my respects, not to cause trouble. The younger generation really has no sense of propriety."

Hearing this, the doormen stepped aside and said, "Bea, please come in."

hall, and placed a bouquet of white flowers at the front. In Devonport, few of her generation were still alive; now, she felt like the last one

she simply paid her respects. Just as she was about to leave, she saw Sophie and Colby

bring no good to the family. Look now, you've even brought death to your own

troubles will come next."

"Bea, I appreciate you coming to send off Grandpa, but if you're here to provoke on purpose, I'd

up to Sophie,

"The younger generation really knows no manners. When attending an elder's funeral, one must wear dark clothes, with a black armband and a white flower on the chest. You must not stride boldly, show no expression, or

to have bad intentions, Sophie finally

argue with you at Mr. Shaw's funeral. We can talk about the shares later. I've paid my respects to my old friend, so I'll be leaving." Bea

held Sophie's hand