Different exotic cars were parked in front of the simple funeral home. There were people coming from all directions with one aim in their hearts: to get to the funeral of Petrus DeVille. Although it was considered a tragic event, there were still reporters lined up across the place just so they could get an overview of what was going on in that small, cheap-looking funeral home.Kraig stood by the door as he welcomed people; some he recognized, but many were a mystery to him. He had a frown on his face, which should match the ceremony, but his frown had not generated from sadness but rather frustration.The last place he wanted to be caught in was standing by the door and addressing the people coming in and out. His grandfather did not deserve it.The noise reporters kept making and the noise from the funeral home joined together, giving Kraig a severe headache. He hated being there; he hated that he had to be the one welcoming people.His eyes went down to his black suit and ran his

Kraig took a step forward, the distance between him and Patricia only the space of two fingers. "I don't know why you are being like this," he said coldly and in utter disrespect. "I am the heir, I am the son of your nephew, and I apologize for the patriarchy, but I wasn't the one who made the rules.""And in addition, we have our own company we manage. Uncle had been quite understanding of how unfavorable the system is, and he gave us a company," Wesley said.Kraig raised an eyebrow in surprise, "so you have your own company, then what is your problem with me?""You own everything; you men took everything," she cried out. "I don't like this, I don't want this."Tabitha stood on the side, watching everything. She noted that surely it was because of the woman's age that was making her cranky and not just that; she might have some sort of disorder.When they first met, the woman had never really liked her, nor even tried to hide her disgust and hate. But as she thought, it could be beca

Daniel took two steps forward. Though such a small number of steps should not possess the ability to completely obliterate the distance between them, but his strides were the guilty party.With just two steps, he now stood right beside Fabio as he peered into the evidence bag to scrutinize clearly the bullet kept within.Fabio was made cognizant of the imaginary distance between them. He felt Daniel's breath on his neck; he could smell the overpowering cologne, the aura of his being. Everything was too much for him; he had no choice but to take a step away from him.Daniel raised an eyebrow, "what is it?"Fabio rubbed his neck, trying to smoothen out the goosebumps that showed up on his skin, trying to rub away his presence away from him."If you want to look at it, here," he tossed it to him and then turned towards the funeral home where Wesley and his mother were still hiding.As Fabio approached, he saw that an older woman was placed on a stretcher and was being pushed towards the

Daniel felt so frustrated; he didn't know what to say or even how to say whatever would come to his head. He wasn't in any way pleased with what he had just heard. And although he had no say in matters like this, his disgust was apparent.Kraig took in a deep breath, "I know you guys obviously hate that you're listening to this, and you feel that I am stupid." He sighed, "maybe I am stupid. I knew she is a criminal, but I still indulged; I still blurred the lines and just delved into this, and I'm coming to you with excuses such as these."Christian shook his head, "you've never been one to hang onto what has already happened. The whole thing has played out already, and instead of biting our fingers and wishing things were different, we would just be wasting our time.""So what do you propose we do?" Jraug inquired, seeing as one of them was not going to stay on the fact that he had been foolish."Well, I think you taking the initiative, regardless of your feelings for her, to inform