Chapter 767
Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Fourteen thousand and eight hundred.
It was not ten thousand, but almost fifteen thousand!
But last night, when he was pestered by Josee to ask for money from Henrick, Henrickâs response was a cold, harsh refusal.
All he asked for was the salary for the month!
How is it that he can spend fifteen thousand on flowers, but cannot pay his salary?
âThis is not just it,â Sasha continued, âMy neighbor, who is a construction worker, told me that Henrick wants to build a huge mansion with a backyard, costing a few million.â
âA few millions?â Nigel nearly lost his voice. He shakingly asked, âAre you telling the truth?â
âDefinitely. Itâs big news in town. Even the town mayor wants to visit him.â
Nigel frowned and fell silent.
When they arrived at Henrickâs place, Nigel noticed the glistening ornaments that decorated the venue.
He was hesitant to enter and ushered Sasha, âMiss, this is the place. Go on in.â
âThank you.â Sasha smiled and nodded her head. She entered the house with the receipt to collect payment.
Not long later, when Sasha came out, Nigel was still standing out there.
She deliberately approached him. âMister, Iâve already collected my payment. Why are you still here? I thought you are planning to attend the funeral?â
âIâll⦠Iâll head in soon.â Nigel stared at the receipt in Sashaâs hand. He couldnât 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 vanished completely.
Sasha was observing Nigelâs 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 village chief.
About half an hour later, the funeral was about to start.
When Henrick arrived at the front yard of the funeral, he realized that none of the villagers was there.
âWhat is going on?â Henrick asked his bodyguard, âWhy isnât anyone here yet? Are they informed of the funeral?â
The bodyguard shook his head. âWe acted according to your instructions, but only a few showed up.
But those that showed up, also left shortly afterward. No one else came since then.â
Henrick was uneased. Are they planning to cause a scene?
Nonetheless, he quickly brushed off that thought.
How can some lowlifes like them even dare to do that?
âGet your minds together and act fast! Weâre short of time and stop dillyâdallying!â Henrick lashed out, âhead out and tell of them that attendance is compulsory! Ask them to drop everything and head over here now!â
âYes!â 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, âI knew that they will come.â
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. âEveryone is here. Thatâs great. Now, put on the white hat.â
According 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.