Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 810 - Worship
Chapter 810: Chapter 810 Worship
Chapter 810 -810 Worship
Early morning.
The crematorium in the western suburbs.
Hundreds of cars were parked in front of the gate.
Over a thousand people had arrived.
An array of black cars.
A uniform of black clothing.
Quentin Leopold had already fainted from crying in the car.
A middle-aged woman losing her youngest son,
She simply couldn’t bear it.
Nikodem Lee had gone completely grey overnight.
The once spirited and proud businessman had eyes full of bloodshot veins.
Even walking, he seemed to falter with every step.
Amias Lee, dressed in black with a white cloth tied around his arm, walked at the forefront.
With his brother dead, as the elder, he must see Fernando Lee through his final journey.
“Mr.
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Lee, my condolences.
Accept fate, restrain grief.”
An elder man dressed in black came over and embraced Nikodem Lee.
“Thank you.”
Nikodem Lee’s voice was hoarse, his body trembling slightly.
“It’s over now, contain your sorrow.”
The elder man sighed and turned to walk inside.
“Mr.
Lee, please accept my sympathies.”
Many renowned figures from the capital had come here to express their profound condolences.
“Amias, I’m feeling a bit under the weather…
You…you help me receive the guests.”
Nikodem Lee took a deep breath, his fists clenched tightly.
Last night, Sabrina Leocadia had been urgently interrogated overnight.
But the words she spoke were like a dream.
Based on the clues she provided, the relevant personnel could not find any evidence.
In the end, it could only be concluded that Sabrina Leocadia had intended to extort the Lee Family but failed, ultimately dealing a lethal blow with a Shadow Warrior!
But everyone, including Nikodem Lee in his heart, knew all too well.
Sabrina Leocadia was definitely being used!
And that person…
“Whoosh!”
Nikodem Lee inhaled deeply, supporting the tear-stained Quentin Leopold as they walked inside.
“Mr.
Lee.”
Natalia Leocadia from the Leocadia family personally came with Sophia Leocadia to attend the funeral.
Although Sophia Leocadia did not want to come, Natalia Leocadia was the acting Family Head.
By both sentiment and reason, Sophia Leocadia couldn’t refuse.
“Manager Leocadia.”
Although Nikodem Lee was in extreme grief, he still had to respond.
“I heard this matter is related to Beckett Carmichael?”
Natalia Leocadia casually looked around and asked.
Today he, too, wore a black coat and a black hat.
On his hands, black gloves.
“Sabrina Leocadia’s testimony didn’t implicate Beckett Carmichael.”
Nikodem Lee shook his head helplessly.
The job was done too cleanly, not like something the fiery-tempered Beckett Carmichael would do.
“It must be him!”
Natalia Leocadia took off his hat and flicked the dust off it, “Restrain your grief.
Though Fernando is dead, the cooperation between our two families can be reconsidered.”
“Thank you, Manager Leocadia.”
Nikodem Lee pointed towards the distance, “My son is about to be cremated, I’ll go to see him for the last time.”
“Go ahead!
Call me directly if you need anything.”
Natalia Leocadia patted Sophia Leocadia’s head, “Sophia, you and Fernando were acquainted, pay your respects.”
“Yes.”
Though Sophia Leocadia was very reluctant, she still followed behind Nikodem Lee.
…
“Damn Terry Moore, hurry the hell up!”
Inside the crematorium.
Karen and Terry Moore had snuck in early in the morning, disguised as staff members.
Karen stood at the door keeping watch while Terry Moore was inside, carrying out Julius Reed’s instructions from yesterday.
“Karen, this feels a bit immoral.”
Terry Moore shouted, “If Fernando Lee turns into a vengeful ghost, he won’t come after us, right?”
“How would I know?
We’ll deal with it if it happens!”
Karen looked around anxiously, urging him, “Hurry up!
Or they’ll cremate us instead.”
“Almost done!”
Terry Moore quietly walked out from the inside, seeing no one around, he quickly slipped out.
“Even if Fernando Lee became a vengeful ghost, I’d beat the crap out of him!”
“Can you not be so gross?
I haven’t even had breakfast.”
Karen took out two peaches from his pocket.
He handed one to Terry Moore.
“Karen, this one’s hard, I want the soft one.”
Terry Moore felt the peach, noticing it was a bit hard.
“Here!”
Karen impatiently switched with Terry Moore.
He took a bite!
Crunch!
“What’s this taste?”
He spit out half of it.
“What’s this white stuff on the peach?”
Karen stared intently at the peach in her hand.
She normally didn’t care much for hygiene and never wiped anything she ate.
But now, she felt a bit nauseous.
“You mean the white stuff…”
Terry Moore frowned deeply, “Ashes…”
“Goddamn Terry Moore!
I…”
“You didn’t ask me either!
Don’t ashes taste good, and they’re also good for calcium!”
“Just you wait!
I’ll drug you sooner or later!”
Karen only felt a surge of nausea and leaned against the wall to vomit profusely.
“Let’s get out of here before we get dragged into this mess.”
Seeing that there was no one around, Terry Moore leapt over the wall with a single bound.
At this moment.
There was a crowd of people standing in front of Fernando Lee’s spirit.
The relatives of the Lee Family wept uncontrollably.
Looking at Fernando Lee, already made up, they were all filled with hatred.
The bosses who had come to the funeral stood silently to one side.
“Beckett Carmichael?”
“Why is he here?”
“Is this some kind of provocation?”
Those who came to the funeral today were mostly supporters of Nikodem Lee.
Including major families like the Koller Family and Leocadia Family.
Although there was no direct evidence linking Beckett Carmichael to Fernando Lee’s death.
Everyone was well aware that this matter definitely had something to do with the Carmichael family.
Nikodem Lee turned around.
He saw Beckett Carmichael in a black coat and Julius Reed at a glance.
Behind them, Eli Yarrow slowly approached, carrying a huge wreath.
The drama had to be performed to its fullest extent!
“Mr.
Carmichael, I appreciate the thought!”
Nikodem Lee narrowed his eyes, blocked Quentin Leopold who was about to fly off the handle, and walked towards Beckett Carmichael.
The people at the funeral scene were all waiting for a show.
Beckett Carmichael had no business being here today!
But he had come.
And he came with such arrogance.
The wreath behind him had a diameter of three meters!
It was flamboyant in design.
But it looked quite substantial.
“Mr.
Lee!
Sorry for being late!”
Beckett Carmichael shouted loudly, pointing to the wreath behind him: “It’s specially ordered!
For my dear nephew!”
“Thank you!”
Nikodem Lee’s mouth twitched violently, but he still held it in.
A guest is a guest.
Etiquette.
He couldn’t afford to lapse in etiquette.
“It’s quite hot today, isn’t it!”
Beckett Carmichael looked at Julius Reed.
“It is very hot.”
Julius Reed nodded.
Just when everyone was still unclear about what that meant, the two men took off their coats.
Inside!
They wore bright red suits!
Incredibly festive!
“Hiss!”
Everyone gasped in shock.
This was…
A provocation!
“You guys!”
Amias Lee was about to charge forward but was stopped by Nikodem Lee.
“I have a wedding to attend later for Jennifer Lopez, so might as well wear it now, don’t mind us,” said Beckett Carmichael, waving his hand and instructing Eli Yarrow, “Set up the wreath!
I promised yesterday that I would send a custom-made wreath for my dear nephew.”
“Yes, CEO Carmichael.”
Eli Yarrow, with the wreath that had a diameter of over three meters, placed it in front of the service hall.
At the same time, he took a lighter out of his pocket.
“Mr.
Carmichael, what are you doing!”
Although Nikodem Lee tried very hard to restrain himself, wanting his son to complete his last journey in peace,
It seemed!
Someone else did not wish for that.
“I spent thirty thousand on the wreath, I hope my dear nephew likes it!”
The moment Beckett Carmichael’s voice fell,
Eli Yarrow lit the fuse on the wreath.
“Whoosh!”
With a flash of light, the wreath spiraled up into the sky!
It burst into colorful fireworks!
Whoosh!
After a loud bang,
A shower of colored paper, like snowflakes,
Fluttered down.
In front of the service hall, there was dead silence.
