Chapter 500 Is he really dead?
Bishop didn't seem to expect her to ask so directly. He was stunned for a while, then he played with the limited edition pen in his hand and replied as if he was careless, "You're here to ask this, Miss Mitchell?"
Lucia's face was slightly sunken. Her gaze did not move away as she stared at him. She took a deep breath and said in a firm tone, "As a younger brother, you should know more about August's situation. I don't believe in the ones uploaded on the internet, so I might as well come here and ask you directly.”
At that, Bishop laughed out loud, he shook his head slightly and said softly. "Then you really misjudged me. It's not like you don't know that I'm not close to my brother. The ones you saw on the internet are the truth.”
When Lucia saw that Bishop was still stubborn and refused to tell the truth, she probably knew what he was thinking. She
smiled faintly and said coldly, "Then you should be quite happy, right?" Instantly, Bishop's face became grim. He looked straight at the woman sitting on the opposite sofa, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes. Then he said in a cold voice, "My elder brother's funeral has just been held not long ago. It's not appropriate for you to say this, is it?"
"Oh, really?" Lucia smiled indifferently. When she looked at the uncertain expressions on Bishop's face, the cold in her heart grew a little deeper.
With just a few talks, she could already tell that Bishop was definitely not a simple one. And even if she was someone else,
she was afraid that there was no way to get any useful information out of him.
She chose to ignore the man’s cold face. She got up and slightly bowed to his direction, and then asked in a light voice, "Sorry to bother you.” With that, without waiting for Bishop to say anything, she directly turned around and walked towards the door with a crisp pace.
The man sitting on the chair dropped his gaze soberly on her back, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes. Not long after, there was a knock on the door, followed by Bob pushing the door in and coming up to report the situation, "Sir, Lucia has left.”
Hearing this name, Bishop frowned slightly. Before, he thought this woman was insignificant, and she was just a bargaining chip he used to hold August back. He never treated her as an opponent, but just now, he could clearly feel the alertness radiating from her, and even a few tentative hints in her tone.
This was dangerous. He just wanted to focus all his firepower on dealing with August, and did not want to spare any energy to deal with someone else, but apparently, Lucia became a little tricky. to him con
Not waiting for him to return to his senses, Bob next to him continued, "Sir, just now Lucia asked me about the cemetery where August was buried when she was leaving."
Bishop felt a blow between his eyebrows, "Did you tell her?"
"Yes." Bob explained, "This is not a secret. She only has to do a little research to find out about that. I was worried that it would cause her suspicion if I didn't tell her, so I simply said it.”
Bishop nodded slightly and said in a light voice, "It's okay. It doesn't matter.”
Bob paused and then asked, "Then should we send someone to keep an eye on her?"
Bishop did not hesitate to say, "Sure."
Now August's body had not been found, it was not entirely sure that he had died. So at the last moment, he must keep his eye on the ball and make no mistake! Even if Lucia was very smart, she was no match for him anyway. Thinking about that, Bishop was a little relieved. Then he pressed the shortcut key on the phone on the desk to notify all departments of the company for a meeting. After Lucia left Lion group, she stopped a taxi and headed to Westhill Cemetery in the suburbs of Austos City, which was near the Austos River and had good geomantic omen. The land there was of great value. The cemetery was not affordable for ordinary families.
Lucia looked over the previous news. She once saw a advertising ID describing the grand funeral that Bishop had given to August, praising him for doing his duty as the second youngest member of the Adams family. Now Lucia thought about it, and she only felt ridiculous.
She got into a taxi and watched the car drive towards the suburbs. For some reason, a chill poured into her heart. She recalled over and over again what Bishop had said in Lion group, and felt somewhat unease in her heart, although she could
see that Bishop was lying, from his calm and high confidence, she inexplicably felt flustered.
Now Bishop was sitting firmly in the position of Lion group's president and seemed to have no wornes at all. If August had not died, Bishop would not be in such a state. Either he really killed August, or he definitely had something on him that could easily kill him or completely control him. Thinking of this, a chill came from the bottom of her heart. As the car drove to Westhill Cemetery, she felt more and more uneasy. 'If something really happened to August... This thought flashed in her mind, followed by a sour feeling in her heart, and tears welled up in her eyes out of control.
A few seconds later, she snapped to attention and wiped away the wetness at the corners of her eyes as she took a deep breath and steadied her emotions.
She didn't know why she concerned about it so much. She clearly hated August before, but now, the thought that something might really happen to him made her feel inexplicably panicky and uncomfortable.
'ls it because he is Timothy and Janet's father? So I would think so much and was so concerned about him? After a few seconds, she was slightly sure in her mind. Like self-hypnosis, she attributed that complex emotion she felt just now to this, and the burden on her heart slowly dissipated a few. "Miss, you go to the cemetery alone to visit your deceased relative?" Perhaps because it was a long and boring journey, the car driver suddenly talked to her, and he raised his eyes to look at her in the rearview mirror.
Lucia heard that then faintly said, "Hmm", as a acquiescence.
"Hey!" The driver glanced at her. Seeing that she was in a bad mood, he sighed and said softly, "People all have sorrows or joys. We all have life, sickness and death. It is normal. Take hope, girl."
Listening to the driver's persuasion, Lucia did not say anything. Until they almost arrived at the Westhill Cemetery, the driver suddenly sighed, "The cemetery here is more expensive than gold!”
Lucia was stunned for a while, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you know the price of the cemetery here?" The driver nodded with a smile and held out a gesture at her, “This much!"
When Lucia saw this, she was slightly surprised. Originally she didn't know the price. She only knew that the price here was extremely high, but she didn't expect that the real price was much higher than she had imagined.
They reached their destination as they were talking. The driver parked the car at the entrance of the cemetery, and after Lucia paid and thanked him, she got out.
At the entrance of the cemetery, she looked at the gate, took a deep breath, slightly plucked up courage and walked forward. “After entering, she had to first register her personal information. After she finished, she picked up a cluster of white roses from the side and walked towards the inside.
From the time she walked into the cemetery, she somehow entered a state of solemnity and heaviness. She thought that August might really be gone, which almost tore her heart apart. A burst of stabbing and unbearable pain hit.
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