My Second Husband novel Chapter 612

At a private room in Golden Luxe Bar, the two men who just left the Holt Manor were drinking alcohol with a group of ladies by their side. It was an incredibly alluring scene.

The phone rang, and one of the beautiful women handed the phone to him.

The man picked up the phone and said something into the receiver lazily. The next second, he bolted up, his eyes wide open.

"What did you say? Who bought my company?"

At the same time, the man next to him received a phone call as well. He gasped in disbelief, "My family business has been bought over? And it will be used to build a garbage collection station?"

After that, the two of them howled at the same time.

"TEM Company!"

"Why? Isn't TEM Company a real estate developer? Why did they buy our companies all of a sudden?"

"What? Is it because we didn't attend Tyler's funeral? Can't I go now? Why can't I? Shall I go now?"

The reply that came from the other end of the phone was ruthless. It was too late for the two of them!

Both of them exchanged glances and fell to the ground in devastation.

One of the beautiful women next to the man came forward to help him up, but the man shoved her away and barked, "Go away! Don't bother me."

Within the blink of an eye, the pretty ladies in the room dispersed. The news about TEM Company buying over both the Chilton family and Carter family businesses due to their absence at the funeral spread like wildfire.

Everyone who was invited and every person who didn't attend the funeral immediately rushed towards the venue.

They scrambled to the Holt Manor with the fear that they would be too late.

Meanwhile, in the Holt Manor.

After Malcom's threat was spread out, everyone waited inside patiently. An hour had passed, but not a single soul was seen.

The assistant ran back shamefully and reported, "I'm sorry, Sir. I have made all the calls and said all the things you asked me to say, bu-but..."

"But they all said that the Nolan family is going down soon, right? They think that I, Malcom Nolan, is old and useless, don't they?"

The assistant averted his gaze shamefully, "Actually, they phrase it so badly..."

"So, that means they did?" Malcom snickered, "I'll call them up myself. I'd like to see if those people will pay their respects to an elder like me or not."

With that, he got up and wanted to march forward. Before he could stand properly, he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Fabian held him up and screamed, "Dad!"

Eudora hurriedly called Leslie, "Go and get a doctor."

Fortunately, the doctor was not far from here. He reached the manor quickly and took Malcom to a room at the back. After the doctor confirmed that it was caused by a fit of anger and it wasn't a big issue, Eudora returned.

Leslie knelt in front of Tyler's coffin and let out a painful cry.

"Sir, it's me who was incapable. I'm sorry for seeing you off in such a desolate and lonely manner!"

Eudora went over and helped Leslie up, saying, "Uncle Clarke, forget it. Dad is gone. If we don't move on, Dad probably won't be able to rest in peace. Just let bygones be bygones and let Dad rest in peace! In this way, he can reunite with Mom earlier."

In fact, she did have some regrets too. Tyler's most favorite thing in life was an extravagance. He was flattered by so many people throughout his whole life, but he could not have a splendid funeral.

However, she couldn't do anything to change this now that everything had happened all of a sudden.

Leslie sighed, "Then I'll go make the arrangements..."

When Leslie went out, Eudora turned to look at the photo on Tyler's coffin. She muttered, "I'm sorry, Dad..."

"Miss! There are so many people outside..."

Leslie, who just went out, returned almost immediately. His face was filled with incredulity.

Eudora was stunned and asked, "What's going on?"