Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Accident...” That incident was truly an accident, he never expected that Avery Jane would have amnesia upon waking up.

Joshua Hughes’s eyes were deep, as if concealing many unknown secrets.

”Tomorrow is Master Tiger’s funeral. After escorting him on his last journey, I have to go back.” He had too much to handle, and Charlotte Miller couldn’t leave Mia for long. Once he figured out where the money came from, he was ready to take action.

Was the Mexican’s money so easy to use?

When the Hallow Clan’s stock price fell to its lowest, without his intervention, the Mexican drug lord would personally send Flix Hallow to the Inferno.

How could someone be stupid enough to use the mafia’s money to eliminate their own family?

Sometimes human nature seems so fragile under the seduction of money.

”It’s time to send him off.” Master Tiger and Avery Jane were truly connected in some sense, and if it weren’t for him and Atlas Hallow going to Las Vegas together, Tiger Geogre might not have met his end so quickly, right?

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To not affect the normal operations of the casino, the Parker Family chose the third day after George Parker’s death for the funeral.

The mourning hall was solemn, decorated with huge arrangements of white roses, lilies, and yellow chrysanthemums, with George Parker’s photo embedded in the center of the floral tribute. Inside the dark brown, gold-trimmed coffin lay a man who had dominated Las Vegas for decades.

People came from all directions to send him off, hundreds of security personnel dressed in black and wearing sunglasses stood with cold and murderous expressions.

Even though it was a mourning hall, a place to honor the dead, today couldn’t guarantee peace, because earlier that morning, someone had already sent a floral wreath.

Many people sent floral wreaths and tributes today with words of respect and remembrance written on them, with flowers chosen in white and yellow hues.

But among these floral tributes, someone sent a particularly eye-catching bright red one, with large, blood-red tulips that stood out sharply in the mourning hall, like a drop of bright red blood on white paper.

There were no extra words on it, just a name, respectfully presented by Vincent Hunter.

He used the term ”respectfully present” instead of ”respectfully remember.”

Vincent Hunter’s name might not be familiar to many, but mentioning Big Head Geogre from Las Vegas still sent chills down many spines. He was a fierce character, and today, his act was clearly meant to create trouble.

Edward Parker was dressed in all-white mourning attire. Today, he didn’t want any trouble, but blood debts could only be paid with blood.

He still heard Joshua Hughes’s words before he left that day; if he were to kill Big Head Geogre, that’s one thing, but Joshua Hughes said that someone like him couldn’t just be allowed to die quickly. Death is a simple matter, and once a person dies, there’s no more suffering. He had to make this person’s life worse than death to truly achieve victory.

He remembered those words vividly; he had to let Big Head Geogre live a life worse than death, more painful and torturous than being in hell, only then could this deep-seated vengeance be avenged...

By noon, everyone who came to send off George had arrived.

A vast crowd, according to the rules, eight people were to be the pallbearers today, all esteemed figures from Las Vegas and old friends of George.

Everyone was arranging their clothing, but one person was missing, which was completely against the rules, especially since the Parker Family paid great attention to such matters.

Sweat began to bead on Edward Parker’s forehead. At the entrance of the mourning hall, Big Head Geogre walked in wearing a dazzling golden Chinese-style robe, conspicuously standing out among the sea of black.

”One person is missing, I heard that the old fellow got hit by a car on his way out today, and now he’s in the hospital with a broken leg, so I hurried over. Nephew, I think my weight should be more than sufficient as a pallbearer, right?” Big Head Geogre’s laughter was piercing, making everyone uncomfortable.

He had actually targeted Uncle Ward, Edward Parker could hardly believe it. Big Head Geogre dared to go this far, it was clearly a public humiliation for him.

Uncle Ward, his father’s old gambling house manager and lifelong friend, had retired at home years ago to enjoy his golden years, and today such a thing happened, it definitely couldn’t be unrelated to him.

Fists clenching tighter and tighter until the nails were about to pierce through the skin.

No trouble could arise now, not even a slight one; he wanted his father to leave in peace.

”You’re not suitable; you’re so disgusting looking.” A clear and bright voice sounded from behind, like a gentle stream cutting through the noise.

Big Head Geogre turned around, struck as if by lightning; could she have returned?

Impossible. How could someone not age over twenty years, only becoming more beautiful?

Was he seeing a ghost?

Avery Jane looked at the person standing in front of her, and she found herself inexplicably hating him. That feeling of slight hatred from the depths of her heart even surprised herself a bit.

Everyone was watching the pair who walked in, the man tall and formidable, exuding authority, dressed in all black, appearing solemn and lethal.

His floral tribute was placed, with the words ”Respectfully Mourned by Joshua Hughes” boldly written on it.

Following Joshua Hughes, another pair of strikingly hated individuals walked in, also dressed in black, looking particularly eye-catching among the crowd.

The second floral tribute matched Joshua Hughes’s, with ”Respectfully Mourned by Atlas Hallow” written on it.

The crowd was abuzz with low whispers.

Most people were seeing Atlas Hallow and Joshua Hughes in person for the first time. Both were business titans whose every move could stir a financial storm, yet they had little apparent connection, appearing at the same occasion, it was indeed quite surprising.

Now the situation was turning a bit dramatic. Rumor had it that Joshua Hughes was the main suspect but got out on bail, yet he personally sent a floral tribute today, which showed he had a strong bond with Tiger Geogre.

”Is it him?” Charlotte Miller quietly asked beside Atlas Hallow.

”Yes, it’s him...” Atlas Hallow coldly stared at Big Head Geogre, his gaze sharp enough to pierce the detestable-looking man from afar.

The deceased should be respected. Even after death, creating such a scene truly showed a complete lack of basic decency, but someone like Big Head Geogre, what could one expect in terms of decency?

”If you don’t mind that I’m a woman, let me send off the elder.” Avery Jane walked up to Edward Parker, this elder perhaps truly had some connection with her, but there was no time to explore it further.

She had won so much money in his casino; today, let her do something for his son.

Escorting as the wife of Joshua Hughes, undoubtedly, this would not cause the Parker Family to lose face.

The crowd was in an uproar, how could a woman be a pallbearer?

People watched the woman who walked over, dressed in black, with a white orchid pinned to her chest, appearing noble yet solemn.

”I didn’t expect Avery Jane would be so bold today.” Even Charlotte Miller couldn’t help but admire a little; Avery Jane’s reaction was quick, and today she seemed different, almost as if she was a changed person.

The whole mourning hall quieted down, the air grew tense...