“I’ve got work to do, the funeral service is tomorrow. Please, excuse me.” He said getting up smartly.

“Who is the heir of Sterling property?” she asked sudden before he could take a step. The tone of her voice changed and he appreciated that she had come out clean with him.

“Now, Margaret, you have gotten to the heart of the matter,” he acknowledge with delight, “but unfortunately, I am in no position to reveal or give any such information. Thank you for your time and patience.” He concluded before walking away.

“Such disrespect!” she gritted through her teeth, squeezing the fashion magazine she was looking at before she saw him.

Everybody in the mansion knew that there was no way that Conner would not know who the heir was, being so close to the old man before he died. But Conner was faithful and loyal to the core, he would not reveal anything.

*

SAINT MARTIN’S CHURCH – FUNERAL SERVICE OF LATE CORNELIUS STERLING III

The Rolls Royce La Rose Noire Droptail, came to a halt in front of the church, just after the members of the Sterling family alighted from the BMW they came in, and were about to go in. 

First, Summer alighted, wearing her black leather pants, a matching jacket, a pair of black boots and dark glasses. She walked smartly to the other side of the door, and waited standing at ease. 

All eyes were on her and they waited in anticipation to see the face of the man in the car. Theo let out a foot, then the other, before fully getting out of the car.