The news of the abrupt end to the Oscar family's young master's funeral spread throughout the city for the entire morning.
In the CEO's office of Bert Group,
Grace, hands crossed over her chest, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. Her gaze fixed on the outside, but her eyes lacked focus. The slender eyelashes quivered slightly, revealing an underlying sense of unease.
Last night, Jonathan asked her to prepare four wreaths, declaring his intention to attend Mr. Oscar's funeral. In the early hours of today, he actually went.
Grace couldn't dissuade him. Over the past few days, she suddenly realized that this man... was a dormant beast. Her dissuasion couldn't stop a beast.
She couldn't fathom this man's mind. She didn't understand what scheme he was playing. Why would he attend the Os
