The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 1167

It was a secret in the royal household that Cynthia got kicked out of Luna Palace.

However, she passed away suddenly and unexpectedly a few days later.

There was a rumor that Cynthia, who used to be the dignified chief concubine of Loang, died a horrible death. Reputedly, her body was completely rotten, and even the person who collected her corpse found it terrifying to look at. However, no one witnessed it firsthand, so the rumor eventually died down.

While Cynthia publicly participated in charitable efforts, she also secretly committed numerous nefarious acts. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Hence, it could be her enemies who took revenge on her after she was stripped of her title of chief concubine.

Everyone had different opinions regarding her death.

However, no one knew that the actual cause of Cynthia's downfall and suffering was a young woman.

Natalie was dead.

Following the customs, Samuel made arrangements for her to get cremated and picked a cemetery to place her remains.

Before Natalie's body was pushed into the cremation chamber, Yandel stopped the funeral home's staff and roared, “You're not allowed to cremate her! Without my permission, no one is allowed to burn Boss' body! Stop right now!”

Unshaven, Yandel looked disheveled. In just a short period, he lost a significant amount of weight, making him appear gaunt and skeletal.

However, his eyes were blazing when he stopped the funeral home's staff from taking further action.

“Uh...” The staff member seemed taken aback to have his path blocked by Yandel. He stopped pushing the body covered in flowers and appeared uncertain of what to do next.

Samuel glanced at Yandel and ordered the staff in a deep voice, “Ignore him and continue cremating the body!”

The staff nodded profusely and continued with his work.

At that sight, Yandel marched over to Samuel and grabbed him by the collar. “Samuel Bowers, what are you doing? Did you perform an autopsy on Boss' body? Have you seriously given up on finding out the truth behind her death?” he bellowed.

Samuel removed Yandel's hands from his collar.

“We both know that her death is highly suspicious. Do you really think an autopsy will change anything?” His voice was hoarse as he continued, “Stop torturing her! You won't let me hold a funeral for her or cremate her body merely because you refuse to accept that she's dead!”

His words went through Yandel's heart like a dagger.

“Samuel, are you sure you love her?”

“I don't need to explain my feelings to you,” Samuel said, his eyes boring into Yandel's. “There's a limit to my patience, and I have plenty of work to do, so I don't want to waste time debating the answer to a meaningless question.”

Yandel had to admit that Samuel's words made sense. Indeed, he's f*cking right. How f*cking excellent this is! But, Boss is dead... She can never appear before us anymore. How can Samuel be so calm and rational when I'm still wallowing in grief... Does he have too strong of a mentality? Or is her death not a concern to him?

Frowning, he said mockingly, “If Boss could see how you looked right now, she would be extremely disappointed in you! She loved you so much that she was willing to risk her life for you, but you treated her—”

Before Yandel could finish his last sentence, Samuel raised an arm and threw a hard punch at his cheek.

“Hey!”

By the time Yandel realized what had happened, his cheek was throbbing with pain, and the back of his jaw felt like it had been dislocated.

“Samuel, you—”

Samuel gave him a cold glare and cut him off by enunciating, “Yandel, you can insult me all you want except for my love for Natalie. I love her as much as she loved me. However, I've already mentioned that I have more important matters to attend to. You are Natalie's most trusted subordinate, so I didn't wish to hurt you. But if you cross the line again, I won't hold back anymore.”