Chapter 1088 Who Instructed You To Do So


    A man replied indifferently, "We''re just carrying out our duty!”


    Sean reproached, "Carrying out your duty? On whose order? Whoever instructed you to do so, ask


    him toe forward now!"


    At that moment, a series of honking, buzzing, and grinding car noises could be hearding from


    outside of the premises.


    Luxury cars such as Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Lincoln Town Cars, Maybacha and so on could be seen


    arriving one after another at the entrance of the Smith family home.


    Some middle-aged men and women well-dressed in ck suits began alighting from the vehicles.


    Someone amongst the banquet guests startedmenting, "Oh my gosh! Isn''t that the richest man


    in the South, Mr. Gabriel Lambert?”


    "Oh wow, Jose Yaleman is also there!" "Kevin Lockhart from Watson Holdings


    Corporation is here too!"


    The Smiths were bbergasted. What on earth is happening?!


    All those who hade were either business tycoons with a worth of more than 100 billion or


    the Vieux riches. These people were the most influential rich and famous from the South to the


    East.


    The sudden appearance of all these moguls at the Smiths'' scared the daylight out of Sean. He


    could not seem to figure out the connection between their presence and the coffin at his home.


    Nevertheless, he pulled himself together and led his family to wee the unexpected guests. "Mr.


    Lambert, to what do we owe the pleasure?"


    Gabriel said without any emotion, "We''re here to attend a funeral!"


    With a ghastly expression, Sean cast a look at the group in the funeral garb as well as the


    unwanted coffin. He then said in an aggrieved manner, "There must have been a mistake, Mr.


    Lambert. We''re not holding a funeral here. You..."


    Gabriel interrupted rudely, "Stop right there! Even if someone from the Smith family dies, you do not


    deserve all of our presence. We are not here for your family funeral."


    Sean''s eyes widened, and his face immediately turned red. Every member of the family was


    offended too. Gabriel Lambert is too much!


    Then again, the Smiths were very much aware that these high-profile people present had very


    powerful backgrounds. The Smiths couldn''t afford to pick a fight with them.


    With forbearance, Sean asked seriously, "Since you are not here for the Smiths, whose funeral are


    you here for?"


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    Just then, a huge crowd of international individuals swarmed into the hall. They were all big sized


    Caucasians.


    "They are here for my son, William''s


    funeral!"


    Cicero Trumbo was a middle-aged man who was dressed in elegant noble costume. He walked


    towards them gracefully. A troop of subordinates followed behind him.


    Nathan''s eyes shed with a dangerous glint. He finally pieced what was going on when he saw


    Cicero.


    Still stunned, Sean asked weakly, "May I know who you are? Why is your son''s funeral being held in


    our home?"


    Gabriel rebuked, "This is the King of Eaglnd, Mr. Cicero Trumbo! Mr. Trumbo is our respectable


    international alliance, with whom we have developed a very close rtionship over the years. His


    son, William, died because of Nathan Cross! We want to hold the funeral at your ce because all


    of you should pay the price of his death!"


    Cicero locked his arms behind his back, squinted his eyes as he looked across the room at the


    Smiths. With a cold tone, hemanded, "Regardless of gender and age, I want all of the Smiths


    to be buried alive along with my son!”


    What? 80 members from the Smith family are to be buried alive?! The


    realization struck everybody hard and they winced in aghast.


    Rating the Trantion Will Gain Two Pearls.