Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1229

Jenna stared at Lennon's portrait, childhood memories rushing back. She remembered how Lennon had always taught her the importance of being a strong and independent woman, how he trained her in martial arts, and how he imparted wisdom on self-defense and life skills.

One time, her grandfather took her to the greenhouse, full of blooming roses, and said, "Loving someone is like tending to flowers; with care and attention, they blossom beautifully."

He taught her how to garden and nurture flowers. Back then, she was just a bud herself, but twenty years later, that little girl had grown into the CEO of Devonport Corporation, becoming the dazzling rose her grandfather had envisioned.

"Grandpa, rest in peace," Jenna whispered, tightening her grip on Adler's hand.

Meanwhile, at the Burke Estate, Rick glanced at Gordon, who was staring out the window. "Sir, all the guests have arrived at the funeral. Aren't you going?"

"No," Gordon said coolly. "Someone else will go in my place."

"Do you mean...?"

should be

changed abruptly. The clear blue sky turned grey, clouds covered Devonport, thunder rumbled in

guests had already said their goodbyes to Lennon. Just then, a figure with

"Am I... too late?"

at the door. His once red hair was now dyed black, and he looked different-his skin tanned and his hair

Wasn't

asked, "Is your mission

"Yes,

"Harold is back, Colby. Shouldn't you have known about

frowned. "He's not

many old soldiers

white flower in his hand. "Looks like I'm late. Has... the burial already

you'd been any later, we'd be starting