All members of the Winters family were excited to see the urn in Millie’s arms. They did not even notice that something was wrong with Cynthia.
Instead of entering Winters Residence, Jagoan and the others waited in the cars.
Jagoan had a vague feeling that their job was not over.
“Haha, you guys are smart!” The man, lying pale in the back seat, said with a sneer.
Jagoan turned to look at the man and said, “Looks like Mr. Lennon was right. Is your attack not over yet?”
The man glanced at Jagoan and said nothing. He only looked at Jagoan and Jagoan with a sneer.
“Dad, I brought Mom’s ashes back!” Millie walked solemnly over to Fabian and spoke.
Fabian’s face was excited, and his hands trembled as he reached for the urn.
“Serena…” With a trembling voice, Fabian slowly picked up the urn and trudged into a memorial hall in Winters Residence.
“Are you alright, Miss?” One of the Winters family’s elders went up to Millie and asked with concern.
Millie shook her head before glancing at Cynthia, “I’m fine. It’s just that Cynthia…”
Only then did the Winters family notice Cynthia wearing a mask, and their eyes had a tinge of concern.
“Cynthia, are you okay?” The elder asked aloud.
Cynthia shook her head in silence.
“By the way, where are Mr. Lennon and his men?” Mario asked suddenly, changing the topic from Cynthia.
Millie replied, “Mr. Lennon and his men are in the cars. Thanks to Mr. Lennon, or I might not have made it back home…”
Jagoan got out of the car when Millie came out.
“Mr. Lennon, my father wants you to come in. He wants to talk to you,” Millie said as she looked at Jagoan.
Jagoan nodded, opened the car door, grabbed the man, and strode into Winters Residence.
Now that Jagoan was grabbing him, he could not fight back.
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