CHapter 81


    Vincent felt a pang of guilt just thinking about it.


    How did those folks get wind of his greasing the wheels with business judges, his failed attempts at


    buttering up top officials with gifts that got tossed back in his face, or his torching the rival


    company’s ce to swipe their trade secrets?


    And they even knew about the time he swiped thepetitor’s menu and served up nothing but


    tapas at their dinner.


    The more Vincent thought about it, the more scared he got. His back broke out in a cold sweat. and


    with injuries all over his body, that sweat stung like hell.


    “Ow, ow! Where the heck is that doctor? Briony, where on earth did you get the money? I was just


    about to give the Rosenberg family a ring to chat about your wedding ns!”


    Wedding ns!


    Hearing those words, Briony’s heart skipped a beat.


    If Vincent thought the money was from the Rosenberg family, he’d definitely start hashing out her


    marriage to Milford with them. And as for that five million, someone like Yvonne surely wasn’t


    hurting for cash. Worst case scenario, she could just hit up the Rosenberg family for it once she


    was hitched to Milford.


    “Don’t sweat it, Dad. I’ll figure something out. I bumped into Stirling and the moment he heard


    Noe’s name, he kicked me out. Looks like the Schnabel family really has it out for her. Better


    to steer clear from now on.”


    Vincent nodded in relief.


    Briony was way better as a daughter, a hundred times better than that ungrateful girl, Noe. It was


    so lucky that they cut the tie with her, or no one knew how she would’ve dragged the Lambert family


    down.


    “I even saw Noe chatting it up with the owners of East Sea and West Ocean. Seemed like they


    knew each other.” She added.


    Vincent perked up at that. Noe literally knew the big shots of East Sea and West Ocean? Maybe


    they had rtives at the Imperial West Hospital and hired Noe to care for them? That girl was


    only good for serving others. Her vibe of poverty made you wonder just how poor her original family


    must be.


    “Forget her. She’s made her bed and she’s no concern of ours! Belinda, forget about revisiting the


    ancestral estate. I’ve sold it!” Vincent announced.


    Belinda shot up in panic and stared at Vincent, “You sold our ancestral estate? And what about old


    lady’s graveyard?”


    “That too! Some sucker insisted on buying it all, even the graveyard. Beats me why!”


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    Vincent was over the moon thinking about the sucker who bought the family estate and Old Mrs.


    Lambert’s graveyard. They never spent a dime on that house or the graveyard. They just picked out


    a random spot.


    Now, Vincent was tickled pink after selling it at a price of three million.


    Belinda nearly passed out, “You sold the olddy’s graveyard as well? Some old psychic told us the


    spot could protect our wealth!”


    “Huh? It’s just a graveyard, what’s the big deal?”


    Belinda couldn’t hold back any longer. That grave was handpicked by her family. They nned to


    boot Old Mrs. Lambert out and move in themselves to ensure their Fuller lineage would be rolling in


    dough.


    Who knew that Vincent, the loser, had sold his mother’s graveyard?


    “Hubby! Maybe that buyer was after the graveyard all along. My folks had a psychic to explore the


    ce, saying it would promise prosperity and endless wealth for our descendants!”


    “Really? No wonder the guy coughed up three million for an old house. I gotta see if I can buy it


    back.” Vincent, ignoring his pain, whipped out his phone and called the buyer of the estate.


    In the car, Beckett’s assistant handed him the phone.


    “Boss, it’s Vincent.”


    Beckett nced at the caller ID, then eyed Noe beside him.


    Noe nodded subtly, signaling him to take the call.


    “Hello? Martin, the guy who bought our family estate, right? So here’s the thing. You bought the


    estate and a grave along with it, but I just remembered that’s my mother’s resting ce, my own


    mom!”


    It’s been eating at me these days and I just feel wrong. After all, it’s just a graveyard, and you guys


    have no use for it. Maybe you could give it back or something?“”


    Beckett snorted, “Give it back for free? I paid good money for thatnd! The contract’s signed. Mr.


    Lambert. If you want it, you’ll have to buy it back.”


    “Name your price, Martin.”


    “Ten million.”


    Vincent nearly jumped out of his skin despite his wounds, “Martin, you’re being a total highway


    robber here! You only spent three million on our estate and my mother’s graveyard; why should I


    cough up a million to get it back?”


    “Because thatnd and house are both mine now. If you’re not willing to pay, let’s not waste each


    other’s time.”


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    Vincent, thinking of thend’s potential to bless the Lambert family with never–ending wealth,


    couldn’t bear to let go.


    “Martin, that’s my mother’s burial ce, for heaven’s sake! You can’t just dishonor her like that!”


    “Your mother? I’ve already dug her up and buried her somewhere else, no big deal. I’m hanging up


    now if there’s nothing else.”


    Vincent was totally gobsmacked. What do you mean just dig a hole and bury it? He thought to


    himself.


    Old Mrs. Lambert was his mom, not Martin’s. What gave him the right to say he dug her up?


    “Martin, how could you treat my dear mom like this? You’re way out of line!” he cried out.


    Beckett frowned and said with annoyance, “If you want your mother’s coffin, dig it up yourself. That


    graveyard’s mine now. If you want it back, pay up and cut the chatter.”


    He hung up the phone and tossed it to his assistant, “cklist his calls from now on, unless he’s


    ready to cough up the cash for that plot.”


    “Yes, Mr. Schnabel.”


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    Vincent, left with a dial tone, was fuming. “How can someone be so heartless and hogging our


    family’s burial plot just like that? It’s ours!”


    Belinda, with her swollen face, sucked in a breath of cold air. Who knew why those guys were


    aiming for her face?


    “Hubby, what if we sneak over sometime and bury the olddy back? That way thend will be ours


    again, and we won’t have to shell out.” She said.


    Vincent thought about it and it made sense. “But we’ve both got no time to go backtely.”


    “Let’s get my parents to do it. They’d definitely agree for the family’s sake.” Belinda added.


    The key was they could secretly bury the Fuller family elders‘ ashes there, so the plot would bless


    the Fuller family forever.


    Vincent, realizing he didn’t even have to lift a finger, was touched and thrilled. “Big thanks to the


    inws. When the Lambert family hits it big, they’ll get their fair share!”


    “What are you talking about? We’re all family.”


    Meanwhile, Beckett turned to Noe, “Noe, do you think Vincent will go after Old Mrs. Lambert’s


    coffin?”


    “No, but they’ll definitely sneak back to bury whatever they’ve got in mind.” She answered.


    Old Mrs. Lambert’s casket had been relocated by Beckett, now resting peacefully at the Lambert


    ancestral home, newly named Verdant Garden, next to the osmanthus tree Noe had


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    bought for her.


    Vincent couldn’t care less about where Old Mrs. Lambert’s casket was; he was probably after the


    benefit of that plot.


    Since they weren’t going to look for where Old Mrs. Lambert was buried, whoever they wanted to


    bury in secret definitely wasn’t her.


    “I’ve got people watching the area, so don’t worry.” Beckett said.


    Seeing Beckett’s warm smile on his chiseled face, Noe felt a warmth in her heart too.


    “Beckett, did you arrange something else in that burial plot?”


    Beckett smiled mysteriously and patted Noe’s head, “You’ll find out when the timees. Come


    on, we’ve reached the music store.”