He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 419

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Chapter 419 A Funeral Marred by Greed

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Outside Myers Manor, reporters had staked out positions, hoping for a headline. They came up empty. The manor appeared occupied only by staff, and no one had any lead on Arthur’s whereabouts.

No one knew where the funeral for Charles would be hed, either. The press dug deeper but hit a wall every time.

What they didn’t know was that Charles‘ funeral had been arranged at Myers Estate.

The location was private and secluded. Charles and his te wife had chosen it decades quiet, and the address had never been made public. Over the years, as Charles lived an increasingly private life, fewer and fewer people even knew Myers Estate existed.

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After Charles‘ passing, his remains were transported there, and the service was held on the grounds. To avoid unnecessary attention, only immediate family members and a small circle of longtime associates were in attendance.

During those days, cars came and went from the estate. Relatives from various branches of the Myers family tree arrived one after another.

Even some family members from overseas had flown in all drawn by the potential share of assets under Charles‘ name. Being part of the Myers bloodline–even a distant branch–meant showing up now might secure a piece of the inheritance.

“Arthur is the CEO; that’s settled, and we all support that one relative stated. “But when it comes to Charles‘ international holdings–if Arthur doesn’t have the bandwidth to manage them, our branch could certainly oversee them.”

“Your family is in the arts; you don’t understand commerce. I think the overseas portfolio would be better handled by us.”

“Your family’s in entertainment venues, that’s not a fit for the international businesses either. I don’t think it’s suitable.”

“Oh really? And you think your family is qualified?”

The memorial hall was draped in somber black and white. A formal portrait of Charles hung prominently at the front, and behind it, his casket was adorned with simple white silk ribbons.

What should have been a place for quiet remembrance was instead filled with a low, persist bickering.

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“If we’re going down this road, then the 51% voting shares under Charles‘ name should be put on the table and divided properly.”

“I object-”

“Haven’t you caused enough of a scene?” A stern voice cut through the chatter. It was Greg. “This is Mr. Myers‘ memorial service. If you wish to argue, take it outside.”

All eyes turned to Greg. Knowing he had served Charles for decades, some of the relatives couldn’t hide

their condescension.

Greg surveyed the room, his expression grim. “Mr. Myers is gone. If he could see members of his own family squabbling over money like this, he would be deeply disappointed.”

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The gathered crowd had the decency to look somewhat shamed.

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The man isn’t even in the ground yet, and it’s not like there are outsiders here anyway. These matters need to be settled” someone muttered under their breath, resentful that a member of the staff dared to reprimand them. How presumptuous.

“Exactly.”

Greg fixed them with a steely gaze, his posture rigid and imposing.

The one who had muttered glanced at him and nervously took a half–step back. The head of staff looked formidable–as if he might step forward and confront them physically.

“A member of the household putting on airs, acting like he’s the master of the house—who does he think he’s fooling!”

“Really, how dare staff shout at guests? That’s going too far.”

“Hah, actually thinks he’s in charge. He’s just hired help, that’s all.”

A few of the women nearby whispered among themselves, showing Greg no respect. He stood his ground, his face a blank mask. He didn’t react to their words. He simply remained in place, a silent sentinel, as if he would only intervene again if the disputes over Charles legacy resumed.

“The Charles gets to call the shots on how his assets are divided–and he’s already drawn up a will. We just need to follow it to the letter.”

A deep, authoritative voice spoke up. Everyone turned to see an elderly man entering, leaning heavily on an

ornate cane.

“Frank!” someone recognized him.

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The old man was Frank Payne. He was an investment legend, older even than Charles. Their friendship predated the founding of Myers Group, and Charles had always regarded Frank as an older brother figure. Within the wider Myers family circle, Frank commanded a respect nearly equal to Charles‘ own.

Now that Charles was gone, Frank hade to pay his final respects. Everyone understood the significance.

After Frank spoke, the room fell into a stiff silence. No one dared utter another word.

Supported by a younger family member, Frank made his way inside. Arthur, who had been receiving condolences in the front hall, was notified and hurried over immediately.

“Frank. You made it.”

Arthur moved forward, offering his arm for support, and signaled for an assistant to bring a chair.

Frank gently waved off Arthur’s assistance. Instead, he clasped Arthur’s hand firmly and said, “I can still walk on my own. These old bones haven’t given out just yet!”