The next day, Jack's fake funeral took place. Everything had been meticulously planned to trick everyone into believing that he was really dead.The rain over Kansas City matched the grim mood of the morning as everyone waited for the funeral to begin. Outside the Cathedral of Saint Jude, thousands of citizens lined the streets behind steel barricades. They held damp portraits of Jack Neuman, their expressions grave.Black sedans pulled up to the security checkpoint in a continuous line, wealthy people walking out of them. There was a massive, tiered wooden platform directly opposite the cathedral, which the press pool occupied. The videographers began covering the event, hundreds of lenses flashing in unison.A sleek limousine pulled over slowly, its heavy doors opening to reveal Mayor Garrick BlueBird. He stepped out with a rigid face, nodding solemnly to the cameras before walking up the stone steps. It was unknown if he was pretending, considering how he and Jack had quarreled at

MARGARET Neuman stood before the silver-framed mirror, staring at her reflection. Her eyelids quivered as she averted her gaze, walking back toward the bed. “I can't do this,” she shut her eyes, muttering to herself. “How do I even begin to do this?” The meeting had ended, leaving her alone once more. Jack was still alive, but couldn't be out in public. He was currently at the safehouse, hiding so that the servants would not see him. This made her upset, knowing fully well that her life was now restricted. Before the fake funeral, Jack had always been with her. He'd been the one to make major decisions and hold the entire mansion together. If she wanted something, he'd be the one to get it for her. But now, it is no longer so. She was now stepping into the spotlight left behind by her brother—something so dazzling she might be blinded. Jack wanted her to declare herself as the heiress of the Neuman Empire. He'd already prepared the necessary documents needed to prove this. Jane Foy

Mayor Garrick sipped a cup of coffee as he stared at Fredrick. Only a day had passed after Jack Neuman's funeral, yet his grandson was unnaturally calm. Considering how the young billionaire tycoon was his ally, he was supposed to be brokenhearted. An ally like that was rare, and losing him incurred an unimaginable loss. ‘There is something fishy here…’ he thought to himself. ‘During the funeral, something seemed fishy…’ But he couldn't figure out what was fishy, considering how Jane handled everything perfectly. He wanted to ask Fredrick, but stopped himself from doing so. If his grandson wanted him to know what was going on, he'd know. He couldn't help but feel there was something big going on in the dark—something which Fredrick was part of. “Fredrick,” he cleared his throat. “You called me here, yet you haven't said anything up till now. Is there a specific reason you called me here?” Fredrick smiled, raising his cup to his mouth. He drank the coffee slowly, savoring its milky

Jack stood before the interrogation room's door, his hands in his pockets. His brows were furrowed as he stared at Zack and Mark. He'd kept them locked since the interrogation, fearing that they'd leak his secret. They were the only ones who knew he wasn't dead.Brian had broken their limbs just as he'd commanded, but he'd kept them alive. An hour ago, a doctor he'd booked from another city came to treat and bandage their broken limbs. This way they'd be here, suffering gruesome pain without dying. Currently, they were unconscious and lying on the floor.Brandon inhaled behind him, saying, “It'd be better to finish them off. They tried killing you the second time.”Jack squinted and tilted his head. “Killing them wouldn't be the best course of action.”Brandon blinked, wondering what his boss was talking about. He knew that the young billionaire was very cunning, always planning ahead of his enemy. But each time Jack made a plan or move, he was left with several unanswered questions.

Jack stood before the interrogation room's door, his hands in his pockets. His brows were furrowed as he stared at Zack and Mark. He'd kept them locked since the interrogation, fearing that they'd leak his secret. They were the only ones who knew he wasn't dead. Brian had broken their limbs just as he'd commanded, but he'd kept them alive. An hour ago, a doctor he'd booked from another city came to treat and bandage their broken limbs. This way they'd be here, suffering gruesome pain without dying. Currently, they were unconscious and lying on the floor. Brandon inhaled behind him, saying, “It'd be better to finish them off. They tried killing you the second time.” Jack squinted and tilted his head. “Killing them wouldn't be the best course of action.” Brandon blinked, wondering what his boss was talking about. He knew that the young billionaire was very cunning, always planning ahead of his enemy. But each time Jack made a plan or move, he was left with several unanswered que