Chapter 383 Abnormal Death
Gloria fell into a huge shock. She could not believe a word spoken by Frankie. “You mean to tell me that Miss Rachel has something to do with Old Mr. Burton’s death? How is this possible? She has no grievances with him, so why would she want him dead? No, Miss Rachel is not such a person!”
“I know you won’t believe it.” Frankie took out a photo. “Miss Hochmann, take a look at this if you don’t believe me.” “Frankie, that’s enough!” Justin suddenly reprimanded, not letting Frankie continue.
However, Frankie did not listen to him, so Gloria saw the photo on his phone in the end.
Gloria slightly tightened her hands into fists on her side as she saw the photo in Frankie’s hands.
Finally, Frankie said, “This was taken yesterday. Why would two people who are enemies meet in private?”
In the photo, Rachel and Robin were eating in a restaurant.
“President Burton sold half of his shares to Robin in order to help President Hudson before, and I found out about the transaction information that Robin had sold all his shares to President Hudson. Moreover, President Hudson is still buying Burton Group’s decentralized shares privately and frequently keeping in touch with Burton Group’s shareholders. To put it simply, if we guessed correctly, President Hudson is assisting Carter Enterprise in acquiring Burton Group. If Old Mr. Burton is still alive, this scheme will definitely not work. But once Old Mr. Burton is dead, and the equity is decentralized, anything is possible.”
Although Gloria did not understand business affairs, she still understood everything when she heard this.
“How could this be?”
Gloria shook her head and added, “Miss Rachel wouldn’t kill anyone. Even if Carter Enterprise wishes to acquire Burton Group, she wouldn’t utilize such a ruthless tactic…”
Frankie said, “No one has this motive and the opportunity to drug Old Mr. Burton except for President Hudson! But, even if it wasn’t done by President Hudson, judging from the list of suspects in the current situation and who stands to benefit the most with Old Mr. Burton’s death, I’m afraid she was still somewhat involved in this.”
However, Gloria still refused to believe such a thing.
At that moment, the sound of someone dragging the wine glass came from the dining table. It was Justin who had poured a large glass of imported wine. He raised his head and chugged down half of it. All the while, his hands trembled uncontrollably.
“The matter ends here, and no one should mention it again. The funeral will be held as scheduled. Grandpa died of cerebral infarction and no other reason.”
Gloria stared blankly at Justin. It was a no-brainer why he cooped himself up in the house for the past two days and got wasted like this.
Then, Frankie left to continue working on preparations for the funeral, and Gloria was the only one left. She put aside the wine bottles on the ground, pulled out a chair, and sat down. “Have you ever thought of investigating this matter clearly? Since there’s a problem, you should investigate it. What if it has nothing to do with Miss Rachel?”
“But what if it has?” Justin dropped those words casually and rendered her speechless.
This was the true source of Justin’s pain. He was willing to believe that Rachel would not do such a thing. However, he also believed that he was a sinner that deserved all this pain. It’s natural for Rachel to take extreme actions against me since she hates me. I deserve this. What if? What if she really hates me so much and did this to make me feel the loss of a loved one? How should I deal with this fact after I find out?
Gloria felt extremely upset as she saw him continue drinking.
Just how did the two of them become like this?
Later, in the evening. The branch detection center of the Riverdale Investigation Bureau was located near the lakeside of West Magnolia. It was only 5 kilometers away from the Riverdale Penitentiary. Generally, the prisoners sent here were serious criminals waiting to go on trial. Furthermore, there was a high probability that these criminals would either be sent to the Riverdale Penitentiary or executed.
Sue came out of the detention center, and her eyes were still teary.
Someone parked a white car on the side of the road, and the person who got off was Julian.
As soon as Sue saw the person coming, her facial expression sank. She wiped her tears and walked toward the other side.
“Mom!” Julian walked over and stopped her.
“Don’t call me Mom. I don’t have a son like you!”
“Mom! Can you calm down?”
“How can I calm down? My son, my own son, sent his biological father to prison!”
“That’s a result of his own actions!”
Sue gritted her teeth and uttered, “Since you think he deserves this, what are you doing here?”
“I bought you a flight ticket for tomorrow, and you will live in Montenegro starting from tomorrow. So, don’t stay in Riverdale anymore.”
“What?!” Sue was in disbelief. “Are you chasing me away?”
Julian said indifferently, “I don’t think you would want Justin to know that it was you and Jason who had planned the abduction case? So leaving Riverdale is the best option you can take right now.”
Sue’s face was trembling. “Julian, what exactly are you trying to do?”
“I don’t want to do anything. I just don’t want to be looked down upon and live my life with a guilty conscience.”
After saying this, he stuffed her into the car. He ignored her struggle as he locked the car door. Then, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the car away from the West Magnolia Detention Center.
Three days later, at Arthur’s funeral. Since Arthur established most of the fame and fortune of the Burton Family in Riverdale, many wealthy families attended the funeral personally as a sign of respect.
At the memorial service scene, there was a long queue in the parking lot. There were cars lined up on the streets all the way outside the venue.
Justin, dressed in black with a white flower on his chest, bowed and shook hands with those who came to the memorial service.
“I am sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you.”
Frankie took the initiative to help greet people as he knew that Justin was in a terrible mood. “Thank you. There is a special lounge over there, and refreshments are available. So, everyone, please take a break in the lounge. We will start when everyone has arrived.”
There were many people in attendance, and they filled the entire lounge.
Finally, Frankie said, “President Burton, the shareholders are here too. Let’s go over and greet them.”
“Sure.” Justin nodded slightly and walked toward the place where the shareholders were seated.
At the memorial service, an emcee was responsible for recounting Arthur’s life and his contributions to charity.
“Fellow uncles.”
Most of the shareholders were older and could be considered as Justin’s elders.
“Old Mr. Burton left suddenly. I heard that he didn’t have a will written?”
“Yeah.”
“How could it be so sudden? We wanted to visit him at the hospital before, but the hospital said that he was in the ICU and his situation was unstable. So, it was inconvenient to visit. Where were you at the time?”
Someone interrupted when they heard that. “President Gunson sent him on a business trip.”
Then, someone replied huffily, “Robin! What was his motive to send President Burton on a business trip at that hour?”
After that, everyone started discussing and threw out theory after theory during the discussion.
After a quick look around the venue, Justin realized that Robin was not in attendance yet.
At this moment, the emcee had finished introducing Arthur’s life. “Old Mr. Burton left suddenly without leaving any will, so everyone should make a notary. According to the right of inheritance, Old Mr. Burton currently has only one grandson, Mr. Justim Burton, and a granddaughter, Tina Burton, who is far away in Montenegro. However, Tina has no ability to take care of herself, so the part of the equity currently allocated is temporarily represented by Justin…”
“Wait!” A male voice suddenly came from the door, attracting everyone’s attention.
“President Gunson?”
The person who came was indeed Robin. He was dressed in a black suit and still as arrogant as usual. He did not look like he was attending a funeral. Instead, he looked like he was attending a cocktail party.
“Today is the memorial service for Old Mr. Burton. President Gunson, please don’t make a scene.”
“That’s right. Please postpone any talks about the company’s affairs.”
As he disregarded everyone’s comments, he thundered, “Who said that Old Mr. Burton did not leave a will? Here in my hand is the will left by Old Mr. Burton!”
In an instant, there was an uproar in the venue.
