Chapter 322

Soon, dozens of men in black suits scattered around the funeral hall darted toward Isaac and Beefy Bob. They stood in their way.

Horace was both furious and terrified.

He looked at Patrick, who looked gloomy as well. What in the world happened?

Didn’t Astraeus take Isaac away? Why was he here? It couldn’t be that not even Astraeus could defeat him, could it?

Patrick started sweating at this thought.

Patrick frowned and shook his head. Horace’s face darkened further. Then, he inhaled sharply and stepped forward.

Since it had come to this, there was no other way but to confront Isaac.

Simultaneously, the Kenne family and all their relatives stood up, glaring at Isaac grudgingly.

The men in black suits made way for Horace.

“Isaac, my son is dead. What else do you want?” Horace said through gritted teeth.

When Tristan heard Isaac’s name, he frowned and turned to look.

Isaac didn’t utter a word. He walked toward Horace with his hands behind his back.

Horace’s terror intensified

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