Chapter 1147: Chapter 600: Extra Story: Che, Forgive Me for No Longer Calling You "Brother
He sat by the dining table, eating elegantly, yet he couldn’t taste the food at all.
After finishing the meal, he returned to the room, greeted by a room filled with darkness.
If it were usual times when Alice was there, the room would definitely be lit. She would either be waiting for him on the sofa after her bath or leaning against the headboard reading a book.
Upon seeing him return to the room, she would always beam like a joyful little bird, rushing to his side on the first occasion...
He didn’t turn on the light and sat on the sofa in the room.
This was his first night back from the hospital, and it was so cold.
The doctor had advised against smoking, yet he couldn’t control himself and lit a cigarette.
Taking a drag, the cigarette burned slowly between his fingers.
It was as if he could still hear Alice’s voice at his ear...
Brother, the doctor said you shouldn’t smoke.
At this time, she would surely snatch the cigarette from his hand, then sit on his lap coquettishly, nestling close to him, making him forget his craving for cigarettes and slowly immerse himself...
Why does every corner of this house bear her presence?
Chester, annoyed, extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up, and suddenly, in the last second of the cigarette butt’s extinction, a piece of white paper on the bedside table was illuminated.
He slightly furrowed his brow, stood up, and walked towards the bedside table.
He turned on the bedside lamp and picked up the piece of paper.
By the handwriting, he already knew it was left for him by her.
Her handwriting caught his eye when suddenly there was a knock on the door from outside.
"Mr. Robinson."
The servant’s voice came from outside the door.
He put down the letter paper and said lightly, "Come in."
The servant opened the door and stood respectfully outside, saying, "Mr. Geoffrey called you."
"Transfer it in!"
"Yes."
Soon, the phone rang.
Chester picked up the phone on the bedside table, his expression cold and impassive.
Howard Geoffrey’s calm voice came through, "Turn on the TV... Alice has held your funeral in France."
Chester’s brows raised, "Funeral?"
"Yes, see for yourself on the TV!"
Hanging up the phone, Chester walked out of the room to the main hall on the first floor, icily ordering the servant, "Turn on the TV..."
The servant did not dare delay and quickly turned on the TV.
It was quite coincidental that it was on the news channel, and the news being reported was exactly what Howard Geoffrey was referring to—
Latest report, the second head of the French wine production giant Robinson family, Alice, held a press conference in Paris today. Ten days ago, the first head of the Robinson family, Chester, unfortunately passed away in Paris due to a recurring illness, at the age of thirty-four. Alice will hold her brother’s funeral in Paris...
"Boss, boss..."
Keith Antony rushed in from outside but went straight upstairs without noticing the person on the sofa.
The servant hurriedly blocked Keith Antony, "Assistant Antony, where are you going..."
"I have something urgent to find the boss for, don’t stop me..."
"Boss, why he..."
Keith Antony, quite anxious, blurted out, "I just saw the news saying that Miss Alice is preparing to hold the boss’s funeral, my god..."
The servant waved his hand vigorously, with a strange expression.
Keith Antony puzzled, "What’s the matter?"
The servant looked terrified, pointing towards the sofa.
Keith Antony looked over immediately.
In the next moment, his heart skipped a beat.
In the shadowy corner of the sofa, Alice’s face was gloomy and dark, her eyes sharp as blades, while the TV in front of him was still broadcasting the news.
Keith Antony looked astonishingly at the servant, "Did the boss..." already see the news?
The servant nodded.
Keith Antony’s legs suddenly felt weak, thankfully catching hold of the servant.
After taking several deep breaths, Keith Antony walked over and only then realized Chester was leaning on the sofa, looking relaxed and languid, but his gaze was dark and staring at the TV.
Keith Antony knew that when the boss was angry, he usually looked just like this, calm and collected, yet dauntingly cold.
"Bo... boss..." Keith Antony’s voice stammered a bit.
Chester gave no response, his thin lips pressed into a sharp line.
"Miss Alice, this... what should be done now? Should we handle it?" It’s no wonder Keith Antony was scared; any living person hearing about their impending funeral would probably find it hard to maintain composure, right?
Chester stared at the TV for a long time, the cold air around him signifying his mood.
Keith Antony dared not speak further, silently retreating to one side.
Chester’s lips curled into a cold arc, full of mockery and irony, his icy gaze as sharp as two blades.
Suddenly, he stood up and exited the hall coldly.
Returning to the room, Chester picked up the sheet of paper Alice had left.
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