Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 1373 - Funeral [3]

Adriana stayed with Peter at the cemetery until after 3 p.m., when the two figures reappeared at the

cemetery.

The visitors were none other than Chaya and her attendant Vihaan.

Chaya wore a black velvet cheongsam with gold thread embroidery on the chest, spotted white short

hair with slight curls, heavy make-up and elegant.

Despite being seventy years old, she didn't feel tired of panting as she walked up the hill with her

walking stick, but her face looked more and more rosy.

On the contrary, Vihaan, beside her, was wearing a loose clan dress with a dark pattern printed in date

red and holding a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums.

Leaning on the tombstone, Adriana's face is not dried tears, but at the sight of the two appeared when

the sleeve wiped the tears on the cheeks and stood up, watching the two who came from afar.

"I heard about Peter."

Chaya walked up to Adriana and said with a serious and regretful face: "God has no eyes, so that such

a young talent perished, it is really a pity."

Adriana glanced coldly at Vihaan beside him, her gaze lingering for a second on his dark red clan

clothes, and turned to Chaya: "Is it regret or secret joy?"

She snorted lightly, "I don't want to disturb honey's peace on the day of his burial. You guys go away."

The day of the burial should be dressed carefully, choose dark clothes, preferably black or white

clothes.

But her assistant Vihaan was wearing a dark red clan dress with a dark pattern, was it not an

unwarranted provocation?

"So much prejudice against me, because you think Peter's death is related to me?"

"Although the mastermind is Emilio, it is not yet known whether there is someone behind him who is

secretly instructing him. No one is innocent until the matter is clearly investigated."

"The dead are great. Whatever preconceptions you may have about me, I just wanted to come over

and pay my respects."

Chaya's attitude is quite friendly and seems to have a few condescending gestures.

"Worship requires sincerity of heart. As for you ......" Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Adriana turned her back to Chaya and stood directly in front of the tombstone, raising her hand to

caress the cold edge of the tombstone, "There is no need for that."

"Heh, don't think you can act recklessly just because you are the patriarch's granddaughter. The

patriarch put down his status to come over to pay respect to a dead person is a great honor for you,

you ...... Well ......"

The arrogant tone of Vihaan's words was disrespectful, especially to the lost Peter who was greatly

disrespected.

Adriana fiercely a turn, a folding knife in the hand directly thrown over, the speed of the smack, but let

the careless and gullible Vihaan did not dodge in time, by the sharp knife into the center of his chest.

The wounded Vihaan's body stiffened and slowly hung his head, gazing at the upper center of his

chest, where a dagger was inserted, the blade missing as much as it did, blocking the wound, but the

blood seeping out slowly.

The slowly spilling blood flowed down the wrapper of the bouquet that was leaning against his arms,

seeping directly into the blooming gorgeous yellow chrysanthemums, staining the golden

chrysanthemums a dark red.

"Well ...... you ...... you ......"

Vihaan looked up at Adriana and raised his hand to point at her, but unexpectedly, as soon as he

opened his mouth to speak, blood gushed out of his mouth, making him open his mouth to speak with a

little unclear pronunciation, and in turn spitting out a lot of blood from his mouth.

"Adriana, are you crazy to make a move on Vihaan? Do you want to die?"

Chaya is shocked, she didn't expect Adriana would dare to take on Vihaan, which is really unexpected.

She immediately walked up to Vihaan with her cane, held him up as he staggered, and shouted to the

bodyguard not far away, "Someone call an ambulance!"

"As I said, today is the day my man is buried, and I don't want to talk nonsense to you. But if you can't

manage your underlings, I'll manage them for you!"

The dagger was the one she carried with her every day after she came to Obren, and the one Peter

gave her to defend herself.

After all, Obren crisis, perhaps one moment Rene is unharmed, the next moment will suddenly come to

danger.

I just didn't expect Peter to give her something that I wanted to keep as a souvenir, but eventually

couldn't resist Vihaan's excesses and forced her to move her hand.

Wearing red on the day of Peter's burial, wantonly provoking and speaking disrespectfully to the

deceased, she really could not tolerate.

In fact, this resentment is not a momentary anger, but a long accumulation that is touched at a certain

point before it explodes instantly.

"Vihaan is my assistant who has been with me for ten years, you lay your hands on him, do you believe

I will kill you?"

Chaya's anger clenched the back of her teeth, her heavily made-up face trembling slightly, glaring at

Adriana with increasingly fierce eyes.

"Honey is dead, Ruth will not be able to heal for a year and a half, my health is getting worse every day,

and it is uncertain how long I can live. I can't save myself, and I can't save my two children, so why

should I be afraid?"

Adriana's cold gaze glanced at Vihaan, who was slowly falling down with the help of Chaya, "Kill one to

earn one, kill two to earn a pair."

Her muzzle is as cold as frost, although the body is emaciated and weak, but the long body, slightly

raised jaw, emanating a compelling aura, like a purgatory out of the Shura killer, ruthless and

desireless, full of hatred.

The indifferent to the extreme posture, as if a change of person.

"Patriarch, what's going on?"

"We've called an ambulance, it'll be here later."

Three or four bodyguards ran over in the distance, just ten meters away from them.

Adriana's eyes narrowed slightly, stepped forward, while Chaya turned back to talk to the bodyguards,

leaned down and pulled out the dagger on Vihaan's chest, clutching it in her hand, took a few steps

back, a defensive posture.

The moment the dagger was pulled out, there was a subtle sound, and then Vihaan's chest blood

gushed out like a fountain, very appalling.

"Well ...... amount ......"

Vihaan was weak and feeble, as if his soul had been drained away. Even though blood kept gushing

out of his chest, he did not have the strength to cover the wound.

Instead, Chaya was so nervous that she dropped her injuries and dropped to one knee beside him,

reaching out to cover his wounds and stop the blood from gushing out.

"Vihaan, you hang in there!"

Chaya scolded lightly, her eyes filled with murderous intent, turned to Adriana and said to the

bodyguards coming over, "Get her!"

Because Vihaan was badly injured, he could not move, and if he moved, he would bleed profusely.

To prevent him from bleeding to death, he had to lie down and wait for the paramedics to come over to

stop the bleeding and carry him down the hill on a stretcher.

"Yes, matriarch."

"Take her."

"Don't let her get away!"

......

Several of the bodyguards responded, their eyes flashed at Adriana in unison.

"Coming to see honey is fake, trying to catch me is your real purpose, right?"

Adriana tossed the dagger with the handle held backwards and caught it again easily, making the sharp

dagger pointed directly in front of her, and then looked defensively at the four men approaching.

"With Peter dead, Ruth is not destined to save you. The big Obren, who else do I covet? I wanted to

come over and negotiate with you peacefully, but I didn't expect you to drink to your heart's content!"

Chaya assumed the stance of the Obren patriarch, "You are given two choices, either die; or be of use

to me!"