At the Ulrich residence, Mason moved incredibly fast. Cillian had just died, and he was already holding the funeral the very next day.

The Ulrich family women were wailing loudly at the wake, and guests were whispering among themselves.

"Cillian had such bad luck this year. He shouldn't have died like this!"

"Bad luck? Please. He was clearly taken out by someone with an agenda," another hissed.

"Exactly, Mr. Lloyd is pretty petty and ruthless!"

"Yeah, that bastard snatched the chairman seat and still wasn't satisfied. He had to go after a loyal elder like Cillian too? He's a damn monster!"

Some hot-headed mourners did not bother hiding their outrage and cursed out loud.

Mason knelt dutifully in front of his father's casket, dressed in all black, looking every bit the heartbroken son.

Guests whispered praises about his love for his father, but no one noticed the faint smirk of satisfaction curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Lloyd has arrived!" someone shouted at the ent