Chapter 767


    Fourteen thousand and eight hundred.


    It was not ten thousand, but almost fifteen thousand!


    Butst 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 sry for the month!


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


    “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 ce, Nigel noticed the glistening ornaments that decorated the venue.


    He was hesitant to enter and ushered Sasha, “Miss, this is the ce. Go on in.”


    “Thank you.” Sasha smiled and nodded her head. She entered the house with the receipt to collect


    payment.


    Not longter, 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 nning 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 vanishedpletely.


    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 vige chief.


    About half an hourter, the funeral was about to start.


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


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    “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 ording 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 nning to cause a scene?


    Nheless, 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!” Henrickshed out,


    “head out and tell of them that attendance ispulsory! 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 wille.”


    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.”


    ording 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.