Madeline’s fingertips that were gently stroking Jeremy’s photo paused abruptly.

Although she had not seen anyone yet, a face that could make her feel abhorrent had already appeared in her mind.

"Tsk, aren’t you just so sad?" Lana's triumphant voice spread from far toward her. Madeline raised her cold beautiful eyes and stopped Lana from coming in. "Get out, you’re not welcome here."

Lana folded her arms with a smile on her face "I’m a friend of Mr. Whitman, and now that he’s dead, it’s natural for me to come and pay my respects."

She walked forward as she spoke, placing down the flowers she brought.

Madeline held Lana’s wrist to prevent her from offering her flowers. "Lana, don’t you ever think that you can do whatever you want just because you’re from the Stygian Johnson Gang.

“This isn’t F Country, nor the Stygian Johnson Gang’s territory. My husband doesn’t need a shameless woman like you paying your respects. Leave this place right now!"

She snatched the flowers from Lana's