CHAPTER 098.

A week Later.

A splash of rain splashed across the mansion, even though the sun blazed and cast a somber glow over the Peterson estate, its warm rays tempered by a gentle haze that veiled the sky.

The air was heavy with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant hint of freshly cut grass.

It was the long-awaited day; the funeral ceremony of the late Mrs. Fiona Peterson, wife to the billionaire, and mother to the fastest-rising heir, Kendrick Peterson.

Mourners dressed in elegant attire, with men in tailored black suits and women in designer dresses, their faces somber and their eyes red-rimmed from tears, and laughter.

Kendrick stood out in a bespoke navy suit, his eyes gleaming with a mix of sadness and strength as he hung his hands on Emily, his sister.

Exotic cars lined the driveway, their sleek bodies glinting in the sunlight.

On the parkway, a Rolls-Royce Phantom, a Bentley Continental, and a Mercedes-Benz S-Class were among the luxury vehicles that had brought the w