"Thank you for the offer, Mr. Gordon, but I don''t think it''s necessary. Honestly, whether the Burke family epts me or not doesn''t matter to me."
Sophie set down her ss of water and stood up, heading towards the exit of the Burke Estate.
Gordon asked, "I thought you weren''t interested in the funeral?"
"I''m just going to take a look around."
Sophie casually picked up a face mask and put it on.
Nichole''s funeral was quite the event, and in the crowd, it was unlikely anyone would recognize her.
Gordon turned to Rick, who was standing behind him, and said, "Rick, give her my invitation." "Yes, sir."Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.
Rick pulled an invitation to the funeral from his pocket and handed it to Sophie.
Sophie nced at it, raising an eyebrow. "Mr. Gordon, you said you weren''t prepared?"
It seemed everything was ready, just waiting for her to express her desire to attend.
Then, Sophie turned and left the Burke Estate.
After a moment of silence, Rick said, "Sir, it seems Ms. Sophie doesn''t want to spread the rumor, so..."
"If she won''t spread it, we will."
Gordon''s expression remained indifferent.
He had anticipated that Sophie wouldn''t be interested in such matters.
She was always unwilling to hurt others and tried to be as amodating as possible. Such a temperament made her vulnerable. And yet, Sophie was someone who disliked being at a disadvantage.
At that moment, Colby came downstairs, casually sitting in the spot Sophie had just vacated, and picked up the coffee from the table. "What are you scheming now?"
"It''s not me. Someone else wants to pave the way for her," Gordon said, blowing on his coffee.
Colby, who was about to take a sip, paused, his brow furrowing. After a sip, he frowned, "Your coffee tastes sour."
"Sorry, I identally added some vinegar to it earlier."
Devonport, the cemetery.
Bea was currently wearing a ck veil, covering almost half of her face, and her body was tightly wrapped in a ck evening gown, with Marian assisting her on the side.
By the time Sophie arrived, there were already many guests, and most of the media had left.
Looking at Nichole''s portrait, Sophie felt little turbulence in her heart.
Unjust deeds will surely lead to self-destruction. This was the end Nichole deserved. If she had not fought or schemed, had no ill intentions, she might have been able to study abroad with James''s. support and upon returning, secure a respectable position at Burke International, and eventually find a decent young man to spend her life with.
But Nichole was not content with her lot. She was too greedy, her methods too dirty. Most importantly, she was obsessed with climbing the socialdder through men, never thinking of improving herself or securing her future on her own merits.
From the day she killed her friend and assumed her identity to ept James''s support, Nichole was set on a path of no return...
At that moment, Marian''s gaze met Sophie''s.
Sophie knew Marian had recognized her, so she walked towards a more secluded corner.
Sure enough, Marian quickly followed, looking at Sophie and asking, "Is it you, Madame?"
Sophie removed her mask and said, "Marian, haven''t I told you? I''m no longer a daughter-inw of the Burke family."
"Yes... I forgot again, Mrs. Costello. Did youe here today as well?"
Sophie nodded and asked, "Why hasn''t Jamese?"
"Sir has been away from home for a long time now. Not just you, Mrs. Costello, even I haven''t seen him for quite a while. I doubt he''ll attend the funeral."
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