Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Outside the hall, a crowd had gathered to bid farewell to Lennon, with several people standing guard at the entrance.

At one point, a business owner without a white flower tried to enter, but the doormen blocked him, saying, "Today is the old man's funeral. Without a white flower, no one can enter."

"I'm not a member of the Costello family, so why should I wear a white flower?" the man shot back, clearly looking for trouble.

The Costello family had relied on Lennon for years, and many new elites hoped for his downfall, eager to seize the opportunity. They weren't there to pay their respects but to see if the Costello family was on the decline. "Why argue? It's just a white flower. If you don't want to wear it, then leave," one of the doormen said firmly.

Just then, Bea, dressed in a black dress with a white flower pinned on it, stepped out to the funeral. She glanced at the people at the door and said, "I'm here to pay respects to an old friend. The Costello family never mentioned needing an invitation to attend the funeral." Seeing it was Bea, the doormen hesitated.

"What? Does the Costello family not have someone in charge?" Bea frowned and continued, "I'm here to pay my respects, not to cause trouble. The younger generation really has no sense of propriety."

Hearing this, the doormen stepped aside and said, "Bea, please come in."

Bea walked in, entered the hall, and placed a bouquet of white flowers at the front. In Devonport, few of her generation were still alive; now, she felt like the last one standing.

She didn't know what to say, so she simply paid her respects. Just as she was about to leave, she saw Sophie and Colby walking in hand in hand.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Upon seeing them, Bea couldn't help. but sneer, "always said, marrying that woman would bring no good to the family. Look now, you've even brought death to your own grandfather. Who knows what

troubles will come next."

Sophie coldly replied, "Bea, I appreciate you coming to send off Grandpa, but if you're here to provoke on purpose, I'd advise against it."

Bea walked up to Sophie, looked her

up and down, and shook her head. "The younger generation really knows no manners. When attending an elder's funeral, one must wear dark clothes, with a black armband and a white flower on the chest. You must not stride boldly, show no expression, or arrive later than the guests. Otherwise, it just makes a mockery in front of others."

Seeing that Bea didn't seem to have bad intentions, Sophie finally said, "Thank you, Bea. I've taken note."

"I won't argue with you at Mr. Shaw's funeral. We can talk about the shares later. I've paid my respects to my old friend, so I'll be leaving." Bea said before leaving the hall.

Colby held Sophie's hand tighter.

Outside, trouble was still brewing.

Colby remained silent while Sophie, letting goof Colby's hand, walked slowly outside. A security guard approached her and said, "Ma'am, these people are clearly here to cause trouble..."

"If you know they're here to make trouble, why not take action?" Sophie's voice grew colder.

The security guard was taken aback. Their lady had always been the least fond of violence. What had changed this time?