"Accident..." That incident was truly an accident, he never expected that Avery Jane would have amnesia upon waking up.
Joshua Hughes’s eyes were deep, as if concealing many unknown secrets.
"Tomorrow is Master Tiger’s funeral. After escorting him on his last journey, I have to go back." He had too much to handle, and Charlotte Miller couldn’t leave Mia for long. Once he figured out where the money ca from, he was ready to take action.
Was the xican’s money so easy to use?
When the Hallow Clan’s stock price fell to its lowest, without his intervention, the xican drug lord would personally send Flix Hallow to the Inferno.
How could soone be stupid enough to use the mafia’s money to eliminate their own family?
Sotis human nature seems so fragile under the seduction of money.
"It’s ti to send him off." Master Tiger and Avery Jane were truly connected in so sense, and if it weren’t for him and Atlas Hallow going to Las Vegas together, Tiger Geogre might not have t his end so quickly, right?
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To not affect the normal operations of the casino, the Parker Family chose the third day after George Parker’s death for the funeral.
The mourning hall was solemn, decorated with huge arrangents of white roses, lilies, and yellow chrysanthemums, with George Parker’s photo embedded in the center of the floral tribute. Inside the dark brown, gold-trimd coffin lay a man who had dominated Las Vegas for decades.
People ca from all directions to send him off, hundreds of security personnel dressed in black and wearing sunglasses stood with cold and murderous expressions.
Even though it was a mourning hall, a place to honor the dead, today couldn’t guarantee peace, because earlier that morning, soone had already sent a floral wreath.
Many people sent floral wreaths and tributes today with words of respect and rembrance written on them, with flowers chosen in white and yellow hues.
But among these floral tributes, soone sent a particularly eye-catching bright red one, with large, blood-red tulips that stood out sharply in the mourning hall, like a drop of bright red blood on white paper.
There were no extra words on it, just a na, respectfully presented by Vincent Hunter.
He used the term "respectfully present" instead of "respectfully rember."
Vincent Hunter’s na might not be familiar to many, but ntioning Big Head Geogre from Las Vegas still sent chills down many spines. He was a fierce character, and today, his act was clearly ant to create trouble.
Edward Parker was dressed in all-white mourning attire. Today, he didn’t want any trouble, but blood debts could only be paid with blood.
He still heard Joshua Hughes’s words before he left that day; if he were to kill Big Head Geogre, that’s one thing, but Joshua Hughes said that soone like him couldn’t just be allowed to die quickly. Death is a simple matter, and once a person dies, there’s no more suffering. He had to make this person’s life worse than death to truly achieve victory.
He rembered those words vividly; he had to let Big Head Geogre live a life worse than death, more painful and torturous than being in hell, only then could this deep-seated vengeance be avenged...
By noon, everyone who ca to send off George had arrived.
A vast crowd, according to the rules, eight people were to be the pallbearers today, all esteed figures from Las Vegas and old friends of George.
Everyone was arranging their clothing, but one person was missing, which was completely against the rules, especially since the Parker Family paid great attention to such matters.
Sweat began to bead on Edward Parker’s forehead. At the entrance of the mourning hall, Big Head Geogre walked in wearing a dazzling golden Chinese-style robe, conspicuously standing out among the sea of black.
"One person is missing, I heard that the old fellow got hit by a car on his way out today, and now he’s in the hospital with a broken leg, so I hurried over. Nephew, I think my weight should be more than sufficient as a pallbearer, right?" Big Head Geogre’s laughter was piercing, making everyone uncomfortable.
He had actually targeted Uncle Ward, Edward Parker could hardly believe it. Big Head Geogre dared to go this far, it was clearly a public humiliation for him.
Uncle Ward, his father’s old gambling house manager and lifelong friend, had retired at ho years ago to enjoy his golden years, and today such a thing happened, it definitely couldn’t be unrelated to him.
Fists clenching tighter and tighter until the nails were about to pierce through the skin.
No trouble could arise now, not even a slight one; he wanted his father to leave in peace.
"You’re not suitable; you’re so disgusting looking." A clear and bright voice sounded from behind, like a gentle stream cutting through the noise.
Big Head Geogre turned around, struck as if by lightning; could she have returned?
Impossible. How could soone not age over twenty years, only becoming more beautiful?
Was he seeing a ghost?
Avery Jane looked at the person standing in front of her, and she found herself inexplicably hating him. That feeling of slight hatred from the depths of her heart even surprised herself a bit.
Everyone was watching the pair who walked in, the man tall and formidable, exuding authority, dressed in all black, appearing solemn and lethal.
His floral tribute was placed, with the words "Respectfully Mourned by Joshua Hughes" boldly written on it.
Following Joshua Hughes, another pair of strikingly hated individuals walked in, also dressed in black, looking particularly eye-catching among the crowd.
The second floral tribute matched Joshua Hughes’s, with "Respectfully Mourned by Atlas Hallow" written on it.
The crowd was abuzz with low whispers.
Most people were seeing Atlas Hallow and Joshua Hughes in person for the first ti. Both were business titans whose every move could stir a financial storm, yet they had little apparent connection, appearing at the sa occasion, it was indeed quite surprising.
Now the situation was turning a bit dramatic. Rumor had it that Joshua Hughes was the main suspect but got out on bail, yet he personally sent a floral tribute today, which showed he had a strong bond with Tiger Geogre.
"Is it him?" Charlotte Miller quietly asked beside Atlas Hallow.
"Yes, it’s him..." Atlas Hallow coldly stared at Big Head Geogre, his gaze sharp enough to pierce the detestable-looking man from afar.
The deceased should be respected. Even after death, creating such a scene truly showed a complete lack of basic decency, but soone like Big Head Geogre, what could one expect in terms of decency?
"If you don’t mind that I’m a woman, let send off the elder." Avery Jane walked up to Edward Parker, this elder perhaps truly had so connection with her, but there was no ti to explore it further.
She had won so much money in his casino; today, let her do sothing for his son.
Escorting as the wife of Joshua Hughes, undoubtedly, this would not cause the Parker Family to lose face.
The crowd was in an uproar, how could a woman be a pallbearer?
People watched the woman who walked over, dressed in black, with a white orchid pinned to her chest, appearing noble yet solemn.
"I didn’t expect Avery Jane would be so bold today." Even Charlotte Miller couldn’t help but admire a little; Avery Jane’s reaction was quick, and today she seed different, almost as if she was a changed person.
The whole mourning hall quieted down, the air grew tense...
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