Another Funeral

Chris's words made Hugo take a few steps back in astonishment, almost falling onto the ground.

Hugo stared in shock and horror while pointing at Chris Douglas, his fingers trembling violently, barely able to utter a complete sentence.

"You… you…"

My plans and thoughts have been seen through by this scumbag?!

"You, get lost! Get out of my house immediately! I will never hand over the family assets to a bastard like you!" Hugo hollered while pointing at the door.

"Hah, it's too late." Chris didn't move at all. Instead, he smiled even more joyously. "I didn't want to take action so soon at first, but you forced me into this."

Hearing his words, Hugo acutely sensed danger. "What do you mean?"

Chris smiled and clapped his hands. A stranger with neatly combed hair, donning a gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses, pushed open the door to the study and walked in.

"Who are you? Who let you in? Get out!" Hugo barked furiously.