My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos)
Chapter 611

Eudora's brows knitted tightly as she thought about it. Suddenly, an announcement was heard from the outside. "Malcom and Fabian Nolan, please come forward!"

Eudora tidied up her clothes and headed to the mourning hall.

Malcom seemed to have gotten older overnight. His heart sank dreadfully when he heard the news of Tyler's death.

"If I knew that you were going to leave so soon. I wouldn't have competed with you in our last chess game..."

Eudora felt a pang of sadness when she heard this.

Malcom turned to face Eudora and said, "Kid, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can let me know. I'll get Fabian to assist you!"

Eudora bowed deeply, "Thank you, Uncle Nolan."

Malcom gazed outside and noticed that only a few people from the Holt family attended the funeral despite being a big family. Malcom and Tyler were best friends in the past. Hence, he was baffled to see such a desolate scene.

"This... Kid, your father's funeral is an important matter, didn't you inform everyone?"

Eudora chuckled bitterly, and Leslie, who was next to her, hurriedly said, "Mr. Nolan, of course, we have already informed everyone. It's just that when an influential person falls from power, his hangers-on disperses."

Malcom was infuriated and thought that people were underestimating the Holt family because of Tyler's death. He bellowed in anger, "How daring of them! Even if he isn't around anymore, I, Malcolm Nolan, am still around. I'll call those ungrateful brats and teach them a lesson!"

After that, Malcom took out his phone.

Fabian hurriedly grabbed Malcom's arm and persuaded him, "Father, forget it! Uncle Holt won't mind!"

Hearing this, Malcom looked at Fabian doubtfully and asked, "Tell me frankly, do you have something to hide from me?"

No matter how good Fabian was, he was still Malcom's son. Naturally, a son wouldn't go against his father.

"Dad, I don't."

"Stop lying to me! Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't, I'll find out for myself!"

Fabian frowned. Malcom asked Fabian's assistant, "By the way, why don't I see Callum? And how about Waldron and the others? It's better to have more people here to pay their services. Go and call them over."

The assistant seemed uncomfortable and stuttered, "Mr. Nolan, this..."

"Just go!"

"Dad!" Fabian finally couldn't hold himself back any longer and said, "Do you think that things will be like this just because of Mr. Holt's death? Everyone knows that both the Holt family and Nolan family are together! If no one dares to come, isn't it because they are afraid of being involved with us?"

"What?" Malcom staggered, "How can that be? The Nolan Group is at the peak of its power. Why would they be afraid of being involved with us?"

Fabian smiled regretfully and explained, "It's all my fault. I was anxious and wanted to lead the Nolan family to greater heights. I didn't want to linger on the past, so I mistrusted Waldron and his group. Because of that, Waldron transferred out all our group's funds and misused my trust. Besides that, do you know how Mr. Holt passed away? The police were tailing Callum and hurt Mr. Holt by accident!"

After Fabian ended his speech, he hurriedly held Malcom, who was on the brink of collapsing.

"Father, I know that the Nolan family has been the product of your many years of hard work. It's my fault, so please don't be angry. If you have anything to say, just say it to me directly."

Malcom punched Fabian straight away and growled, "Do you still treat me as your father? Shouldn't you consult your father for such a severe problem? Am I so fragile? These b*stards need to be punished!" After finishing his words, Malcom called his assistant.

"Go and call those people and tell them that it's fine to not come because of me. However, they better not regret it if anything happens in the future!"

The assistant seemed embarrassed and said, "Sir, the police are observing our family the entire time right now. Won't this..." Wasn't this just a bold threat? Would it even work?

Malcom was boiling from anger as he frowned, "Do young people nowadays have no guts to do anything? What are you afraid of? Just do it!"

Eudora was somewhat astonished. Whenever she witnessed Malcom and Tyler arguing in the past, she thought it was just what elders do to pass the time as friends. However, Malcolm was trying his best to give his old friend a good send-off now since they had grown up together.

His sincerity made her feel emotional.

However, she couldn't bear to see Malcom getting into trouble over this matter, so she said in a hurry.

"Uncle Nolan, forget it. It's good enough for my father to have you as a friend!"

"No! Kid, you don't understand," He turned back and called his assistant, "Why are you still here? Go!"

Fabian closed his eyes. He never really understood what his father meant by integrity, so he could only nod his head in silence.

The assistant turned around in a hurry and ran out.

At the same time, Amos made a beeline for the Holt Manor upon returning. At the entrance of the Holt Manor, Amos heard two men conversing with each other.

"Do you really want to go? The Holt family used to be one of the best families in Greene City, after all. What if they rise up again?"

"Rise up? I think you're overthinking. Tyler is the most powerful person in the Holt family, but he's gone now. His only heir is his daughter who knows how to run a milk tea shop. How do you expect them to rise from the ashes?"

"But Malcom made an ultimatum! Even if you're not afraid of offending the Holt family, the Nolan family..."

"Forget the Nolan family. Malcom is an old man, his time is almost up! Additionally, haven't you heard the gossip? This time, the Nolan family is being targeted by the higher-ups. They're hollowing out their strength now, you idiot. Don't fight a battle you can't win!"

"You are right. Thankfully I didn't go in. Let's go. I heard that Golden Luxe Bar has just opened in Greene City. Let's go, I'll treat you to a drink!"

The two of them left as they chatted away.

Amos glared at the two men with a dark expression. He looked in the direction of where the two men stood. Today was the day of Tyler's funeral, but there seemed to be no one at the Holt Manor's entrance. He instantly felt depressed at the thought of his woman being pale- faced and disappointed.

"Who are those two people?" Amos suddenly asked.

His driver was a local, so he replied, "I think he is the only son of the Chilton family, the largest fruit trader here in Greene City. The other guy is the head of the Carter family, the most powerful family in the catering business. What's wrong?"

"Nothing!"

Then, Amos took out his phone and made a call.

"David, didn't you say last time that you didn't know what areas TEM Company is developing now? I suddenly have a good idea!"

David was taken aback and asked, "What?"

"It's fruits and catering!"

David was speechless.

David paused for a moment before saying, "President Granger, you are a busy man. You have never come knocking on my door except to receive dividends. Who is the one who triggered you so badly that you suddenly decide to plot something with me?"

"Hah..." Amos sneered, "The Chilton family and the Carter family from Greene City!"

David paused. Maybe he was just doing some investigations.

"It's not a big industry. Are you sure, President Granger? I don't like this kind of scattered business."

"After buying it over, you can destroy it and do whatever you want with it. You can deduct the money from my dividends. Do it now, and I hope to hear from you in half an hour."