Henrick shook his head and barked, “Convey my orders that no one is to mention the wedding. No matter what, the dead takes precedence, so we’ll have Shandie’s funeral first before we talk about the wedding later.”
“Understood!” The new butler hastily left to execute his orders.
Despite his slow-wittedness, he was rather efficient in performing his tasks. Soon enough, no one in the manor dared to mention that matter, for the previous butler’s fate was still vivid in their minds.
Just after Arielle and Vinson drove away from the Southall residence, the car that was driving Louisa and Cindy finally arrived at the manor gates about half an hour later. The moment Cindy alighted from the car, she sensed something amiss. White flowers hung above the door as though a funeral was in progress.
Hmm? Why would there be a funeral at home?
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