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His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 444

"Don't worry, I'll handle the rest," Casper said as he moved closer, gently taking the thin notice from her hands. His voice was soothing and warm, "You've been exhausted these past few days. You need a good rest. After the cremation, we'll take the ashes back to Falconridge for the burial."

Eliza looked at him through tear-filled eyes and nodded slightly.

...

As Eliza and Casper walked out of the crematorium with the urn in hand, they noticed Casper's car surrounded by several vehicles with Crescent Creek license plates.

What's going on?

The people in the cars got out as soon as they saw her.

"Are you Mikey's daughter?" The man leading the group walked up to her.

Confused and on edge, she furrowed her brows, "Who are you?"

"I'm Lynn's brother, Jarred. My sister was with Mikey for years and even had a son with him. Now that he's gone, his property should at least go to his son, right?"

They're here for the inheritance?

People who didn't care to visit when he was alive are now rushing to the crematorium's door, demanding a share of the inheritance the moment he dies.

What inheritance did Mikey have?

"You're mistaken. My dad didn't leave any property behind."

"You must have inherited everything from your dad. We need to see your bank account balance," Jarred said, acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world, his eyes shifting from Eliza's face to Casper standing beside her. "You both don't look like you're struggling, so it's better the old man's money goes to those who need it, right, Ms. Eliza?"

Eliza shot him a cold look, barely hiding her amusement, "Even if my dad did leave me any money, what makes you think you have the right to see my account?"

Jarred's eyes flickered, like he caught some hidden meaning in her words, "So the old man really did leave everything to you? Keeping it all to yourself doesn't seem fair. Let's share it; he wasn't only your father."

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