Two rows of bodyguards in black suits stood at the entrance, welcoming guests with an air of intimidation. As the trio got out of the car, they exchanged odd looks. "Is the Weller family hosting a funeral or a celebration?" Francesca asked, unable to hide a smirk. It was supposed to be Kane's funeral, but with all the fanfare, it felt closer to a celebratory party. Just then, Harvey appeared at the front gates, flanked by two older men who exuded a heavy, intimidating aura. Lauren stepped forward, offering her condolences. "Harvey, my deepest sympathies." Harvey, dressed in mourning attire, did not seem the least bit sad. In fact, he looked vibrant and full of life, almost as if he were attending a celebration instead. "Lauren, Fran, you made it!" He greeted them with a smile, but his grin instantly froze when his eyes landed on Andrew. "Andrew, I can't believe you actually showed up today, of all days. You've got guts!" Harvey sneered, his eyes flashing with cold fury.
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