Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 767

Chapter 767

Fourteen thousand and eight hundred.

It was not ten thousand, but almost fifteen thousand!

But last night, when he was pestered by Josee to ask for money from Henrick, Henrick's response was a cold, harsh refusal.

All he asked for was the salary for the month!

How is it that he can spend fifteen thousand on flowers, but cannot pay his salary?

"This is not just it," Sasha continued, "My neighbor, who is a construction worker, told me that Henrick wants to build a huge mansion with a backyard, costing a few million."

"A few millions?" Nigel nearly lost his voice. He shakingly asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Definitely. It's big news in town. Even the town mayor wants to visit him."

Nigel frowned and fell silent.

When they arrived at Henrick's place, Nigel noticed the glistening ornaments that decorated the venue. He was hesitant to enter and ushered Sasha, "Miss, this is the place. Go on in." "Thank you." Sasha smiled and nodded her head. She entered the house with the receipt to collect payment.

Not long later, when Sasha came out, Nigel was still standing out there.

She deliberately approached him. "Mister, I've already collected my payment. Why are you still here? I thought you are planning to attend the funeral?"

"I'll... I'll head in soon." Nigel stared at the receipt in Sasha's hand. He couldn't move away, as if his limbs were screwed on the ground with nuts and bolts.

At the same time, disappointment loomed all over him.

His trust towards Henrick vanished completely.

Sasha was observing Nigel's reaction. Without a word, she left quietly.

For a long time, Nigel was left standing in front of the entrance. Finally, he gazed deeply at the main door before turning away and heading towards the house of the village chief.

About half an hour later, the funeral was about to start.

When Henrick arrived at the front yard of the funeral, he realized that none of the villagers was there.

"What is going on?" Henrick asked his bodyguard, "Why isn't anyone here yet? Are they informed of the funeral?"

The bodyguard shook his head. "We acted according to your instructions, but only a few showed up. But those

that showed up, also left shortly afterward. No one else came since then."

Henrick was uneased. Are they planning to cause a scene?

Nonetheless, he quickly brushed off that thought.

How can some lowlifes like them even dare to do that?

"Get your minds together and act fast! We're short of time and stop dilly-dallying!" Henrick lashed out, "head out and tell of them that attendance is compulsory! Ask them to drop everything and head over here now!"

"Yes!" Just as the bodyguard wanted to leave, a horde of tumultuous footsteps could be heard.

Hundreds of people were heading towards them.

Henrick raised his head and noticed the crowd.

He heaved a sigh of relief and thought to himself, "I knew that they will come."

Even better, they all arrived at the same time. Speaking about respect!

Henrick was full of himself and walked towards them grinning from ear to ear. "Everyone is here. That's great. Now, put on the white hat."

According to the rules of the old Southall estate, the attending guests of funerals must put on a white hat prepared by the host as a sign of respect. However, Henrick quickly sensed that something was off.