Chapter 427 - Notice（2）

The car headed for the funeral home left at nine o'clock, just at the same time as the shareholders' meeting of the Britt Group.

Emily, dressed in all black, stood at the entrance of the hospital. She looked indifferent, and no one knew what she was thinking. Harold paused for a moment and took out a strawberry-flavored candy from his pocket and handed it to her.

Emily took the candy, opened the package, and put it into her mouth.

Strange. She could not taste anything.

The candy in her mouth tasted like the bun in the morning, mixed with the smell of blood and bitterness.

Instead of rushing to the Britt Group, she escorted the cold body from the hospital to the funeral home. Then it was cremated. She picked a black carved urn and put her father in it. Then, she carried the urn back to the Britt Group.

The meeting had been over.

From now on, the company was no longer called the Britt Group. The workers had already replaced all the LED lights and billboards on it.

Emily stood there, silently watching.

A gust of cold wind blew by and Emily finally moved. She got in the car again and said to Harold, "Let's go home."

Granding Group had made a plan. After taking over the Britt Group, They not only dealt with the bad books of the Britt Group but also paid the employees' wages and bonuses in advance. They told the employees that it depended on themselves whether to stay or to leave. According to Harold, fewer than seven chose to leave, and they used to have a good personal relationship with Maury. But that was all. No one else chose to leave.

"The biggest shareholder of Granding Group is the Heyton family." Harold reported to Emily in the car, "Also, the Heytons came to the morgue to visit Mr. Maury. The handkerchief Noah picked up there had the Heyton family's logo on it. It was probably Jackson that came by."

"Kamron's father?" Emily asked. She looked indifferent. Only when she looked down at the urn would her tense emotion ease slightly.

"Yes."

Harold turned around. "And there's one more thing."

"Eliot has been secretly investigating the fact of being beaten up that day. Yesterday, he discovered something, but something happened to him, so he didn't go. And I got the surveillance..."

"The Heytons?" Emily looked up at the rearview mirror.

Harold nodded and said, "Yes, the camera captured the assistant of the Heytons. He was sitting in the car, but his hand was captured. According to the watch on his hand and the vaguely revealed profile, the private detective deducted that it was Jackson's assistant, Rex."

Emily stopped talking.

Harold frowned. "As far as I know, Mr. Maury and the Heytons are not that close, but they are not enemies, at least on the surface. Furthermore, the business of the Britt Group has nothing to do with the Heyton Group. For the time being, I have not found out the reason why they targeted the Britt Group."

"Kamron," Emily said.

"What?" Harold didn't understand.

Emily looked up at the rearview mirror and said, "Find him and we'll know why."

"Find him?" She said as if she was going to kidnap him.

"Mr. Kamron will come to the funeral tomorrow," Emily expressionlessly said, "and he will fall unconscious because of sadness."

Harold didn't know what to say.

He carefully looked at Emily's expression and realized that she was not joking. He nodded and said, "I see."

She wanted to kidnap Mr. Kamron no matter what.

Although it didn't seem to have anything to do with Kamron, he was a Heyton after all. Harold remembered that when they first met, Kamron was smashed to bleed by Emily with a brick, and when they met again, he was kicked in the crotch...

Although he sympathized with Kamron, he began to prepare for the kidnapping anyway.

Maury's funeral was held at the Britt's. The obituary was posted at one in the morning. The butler and Susan had been preparing for the decoration in the mourning hall all day. They called the Britts' relatives to inform them of the funeral; they covered everything with white cloth and changed all the flowers in the garden into chrysanthemums.

Elsie knelt on the ground like a living dead person. Her eyes were swollen from crying. She seemed to be tired of crying and just sat there without expression.

She was probably very regretful. She just wanted to trade the company for her mother, but she ended up killing her father. No one could tell her why. Her brother, to whom she sought help, wouldn't answer her calls. He hadn't even come to have a look since her father's accident.

She could not understand why it had suddenly become like this.

She could not understand why the man had lied to her.

She could not cry. She had run out of tears and strength. She staggered and suddenly fell to the floor.

This time, there was no one to support her.

When Emily walked in with the urn in her arms, she stepped over Elsie's body without hesitation.

In the living room, Susan and the butler were informing the relatives, because Emily said that only relatives would be invited, and the business partners in City Y would not.

Seeing Emily holding Mr. Maury's urn, the butler and Susan's eyes turned red again. Both of them were dressed in black, their white hair seeming more conspicuous.

It was until then did Emily realize that his father was so old, and the people accompanying him in the family were also so old.

The butler hesitated and asked, "Should we notify her?"

Emily did not understand. She looked at the butler's embarrassed face and realized that he was referring to her biological mother.

"She would know anyway, right?" Emily said softly.

After all, they had loved each other back then.

Emily went upstairs. The butler still did not know whether to make the call or not. After thinking for a while, he dialed the number. However, it was an empty number.

He sighed. Forget it. Emily was right.. She would know anyway.