Never See You Again

Suddenly, Sergio laughed, as though he had resigned to fate. "Okay, follow Grandma's order then."

He was merely the Brooks family's puppet in this life.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

e same time, the news of the Brooks family holding a funeral for Maeve reached her.

At the

It was such a grand funeral, as though they wished everyone would know about it. They had invited many elites in the industry, entrepreneurs, and philanthropists. Everyone held an important place in the business field.

Maeve looked at the invitation in her hand and couldn't help sneering

The Brooks family tended to cut ties immediately with people they deemed useless.

It had been like this in her previous life, and it was the same in this life.

"Ms. Scott, what should we do?"

They hadn't expected the Brooks family to hold a funeral this soon. It would be difficult for Maeve to deal with the rest if they were to register

her death.

"Since I've received the invitation, it wouldn't be nice if I don't attend."

Looking serious, Maeve said, "It's my first time attending my own funeral."

She wondered how Sergio would hold the funeral

Would it be a business banquet or a prayer in a church with everyone praying for her to rest in peace?

"Ms. Scott, your identity..."

"Sergio doesn't have the resources to go against Mirage Group anymore, so I no longer need to hide my identity as Zachary Davenport."

Maeve was looking forward to the funeral that would be held two days later. She wondered how Hailey and Clara would react when they saw

her.

After all, she still had to settle the score with Clara.

The next day, Hailey went out to prepare for Maeve's funeral, and Clara was left alone in Brooks Manor. She went upstairs and opened the door to the bedroom Maeve used to stay.

She had said before it was just a matter of time before she moved into that room.

Now, she would soon achieve her dream.

Clara walked in and lit the scented candle. Then, she opened the door to the walk-in wardrobe. All the clothes used to be owned by Maeve, and most of them were branded items. Clara was spoiled for choice.

Allie, who arrived at Brooks Manor according to her working hours, saw the door of the room on the second floor was left ajar. She was puzzled. and went upstairs. As soon as she opened the room door, she saw Clara checking out her own figure in front of the mirror with Maeve's dress in her hand.

Allie was shocked. "Why are you here in Madam's room? Why are you holding her clothes?"

This time, Clara didn't look panic. She looked at Allie and said, "Maeve's dead. I'm pregnant with Sergio's son. Everything here belongs s to me. You're merely a housekeeper. How dare you tell me what to do!"

"How could you... How could you be this rude? You're nothing compared to Madam!"

Allie had been working at Brooks Manor for n many years. This was the first time someone pointed lingers at her and scolded her.

Clara was unbothered. She scoffed and said, "You're only a housekeeper. How dare you speak to me in this manner. I'll first chase you out of the house once I become Mrs. Brooks!"

Allie's face paled when she heard Clara's words