Randall took back Jordan’s photo and placed it in the frame. He then positioned the frame carefully on the altar.

Soon, a subordinate walked in with a black dress.

Randall took the dress and said to Victoria, “You should change into a black dress. You are his widow after all.”

“Oh, alright. Thank you, Uncle.”

Victoria accepted the dress and went to another room to change. She was originally worried that Randall wouldn’t know her size and that the dress wouldn’t be suitable. But the dress was tailor-made for her and fit perfectly.

In the black dress, Victoria exuded the aura of a noblewoman. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and her face filled with sorrow. She looked every part the elegant widow.

After that, Victoria joined Randall at the altar.

Soon, wave after wave of people entered.

This group of people all had imposing auras. It was obvious at a glance that they were not ordinary people.

Just from their gaze, one could tell that they were confident and extraordinary.

As outstanding as these people were, they were all Randall’s subordinates and called him “Chief”.

“We gather here today to pay our respects to Deity Jordan!”

“He was a great man.”

“He accomplished many spectacular feats.”

“But was also a loving family man.”

“Rest in peace.”

getting her bearings straight and Randall had already carried out Jordan’s

a wife at her late husband’s funeral. With this funeral, Victoria was even more certain that Jordan was

extremely sad. She cried the entire

next morning, at 9

eyes. Her face was extremely haggard and

in

“You’re awake?”

Randall asked gently.

to see Randall. “Uncle Randall… how…

you to the bed. How are you now? Are you feeling better? Sigh, I know you love my nephew deeply, but you have to

to live the

should lead the rest of your life well and

Randall was around. Otherwise, Victoria would definitely be so distressed that she would want to commit

my husband get killed by Shaun? The last time he came to see me, he left

recently. I don’t even know why Shaun looks like Rong Bailun. Also, Uncle Randall, aren’t you dead? Weren’t you killed

and said softly, “If you want me to answer all your questions, you have to drink this soup first. You haven’t eaten since noon yesterday. You cried the entire night and exhausted so much stamina and energy. If you don’t eat now, your body won’t be able to

brought Victoria a bowl of

a

“Ah, it’s so hot.”

a sip and realized that the soup was still very

spoonful of soup and blew on it to cool it.

“No, no. I can do it myself. I heard from the people yesterday that you’re their Chief. You seem

curious about

of the Steele family. Victoria had never heard Jordan

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