"Master Lambert."
The entire night passed without any trace of Daniel and Mia's bodies being found. Lambert's subordinates were trembling as they knelt, confessing their failure to him.
Ethan, who had entered with them, fell to his knees in front of Lambert, shaking uncontrollably. He didn't dare speak a word. The previous day, he had been in a car accident on his way to find Mia, losing consciousness. When he woke up, he learned that the young madam was dead with two lives lost—his fault.
"Can't find them?" Lambert's voice was cold and low as he sat in his wheelchair beside the elderly man's coffin. The question was a sharp, icy rebuke that only made the already chilling atmosphere even colder.
The subordinate, shaking, continued, "We've searched the entire city. There's no trace of the young madam. Master Lambert, it's our incompetence."
The day had already broken, and noble families who had come for the funeral stood outside the gates, waiting for his command to enter and pay their respects.
Ferguson and Jonathan, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt before the memorial hall. They had been worn down by Lambert's people all night and were now obediently following his orders.
Jennifer, also in mourning attire, knelt stiffly in the center, feigning sympathy as she consoled Lambert, "Please accept my condolences. Lambert, right now, the most important thing is your grandfather's affairs, especially the will. The shareholders have heard of your grandfather's passing and are asking to handle his shares. You should present the will."
Ferguson didn't know where the will was, but Lambert did. As long as Lambert remained vulnerable, he intended to control the old man's shares.
Lambert remained silent. Jennifer, growing impatient, urged, "Lambert, if you have the will, you should show it now. If not, today the shareholders will be handling your grandfather and your father's shares."
She had already arranged everything. The majority of the old shareholders were on her side, and the rest were neutral. Even if the old man's will left the shares to Lambert, it was nothing to fear. Lambert was a cripple who had never contributed to Wenshte Group, and no one would support him. She still had Robert Wenshte's shares, which would at most result in a stalemate with Lambert. No matter how uncontrollable he was, how much trouble could he cause? With that thought, Jennifer finally felt more at ease.
"Search, keep searching. If you can't find her, don't come back to see me!" Lambert's voice was cold, and his low growl made the pressure in the room drop dramatically. He ignored Jennifer's ramblings.
"Yes, Master Lambert." The person who had rushed in quickly disappeared, continuing the search for Mia.
Jennifer, still not giving up, assumed a stance of elder authority and scolded him, "You can't let Mia's matter delay the more important issues."
A sharp, icy gaze shot towards her as soon as the words left her mouth, as cold as an arrow of ice, carrying an overwhelming indifference. Jennifer was so stunned she couldn't respond for a long time.
"Fine, as you wish." She retreated, kneeling dejectedly.
Though she was kneeling in front of the old man, Lambert was right in front of her in his wheelchair. Jennifer felt deeply uncomfortable, as though she was kneeling to him instead.
Suddenly, Lambert lifted his foot and kicked Ethan in the head, sending him flying across the room. Ethan, ignoring the pain in his head, crawled back up and knelt in front of him again, keeping his head low, not daring to look up. He knew he had made a grave mistake.
Next, a knife fell from Lambert's hand, landing in front of Ethan. "Do it yourself."
Those four words made everyone gasp.
Ethan picked up the knife from the floor and, without hesitation, stabbed it into his own chest. This was the consequence of his error. The servants who had been standing by, watching Lambert's face for cues, carried the injured Ethan out and sent him to the hospital.
He was truly ruthless, not sparing even his assistant of many years, all for the sake of justice for Mia?
Lambert's grip tightened on the edge of his wheelchair. He was burning with anxiety, his furrowed brow showing no sign of relaxing.
Soon, voices could be heard from outside, the crowd of mourners being allowed to enter.
"Master Lambert, they are here," followed by a subordinate's voice from the back of the crowd.
Everyone turned around to see a tall, thin man with graying hair, about fifty years old, walking toward Lambert. He bowed respectfully and greeted, "Master Lambert."
It was Lawyer Smith, Robert Wenshte's personal lawyer during his lifetime.
"I have the will," Lawyer Smith announced in front of everyone.
Jennifer, sensing danger, scrambled to her feet, her face pale. The person she had searched for so long, yet couldn't find, had been brought to Lambert.
She stumbled back several steps, almost falling but was caught by someone.
Lawyer Smith took out two copies of the will and presented them to Jennifer and the shareholders. Clearly written on them was the declaration that both the old man's and Robert Wenshte's shares belonged entirely to Lambert.
"Mr. Wenshte, this is the chairman's will, and this is the old man's will."
"How is this possible?" Jennifer's eyes widened in disbelief. One blow after another had her panicking, uncertain.
She grabbed the will, her heart racing. It was indeed the will.
"Lawyer Smith, the old man has been in the hospital and didn't even have the chance to meet you. When did he give you the will? I've searched everywhere for you. How is it that the moment the old man dies, you appear here? Is there some misunderstanding?" Jennifer struggled, her plan having been in the works for so long, only to end in vain.
"These two wills are notarized. Madam, if you don't believe it, you can have them verified," Lawyer Smith said, his eyes filled with contempt.
At that moment, Lambert suddenly stood up, forcefully pushing his wheelchair far away. His legs were perfectly fine, and he took two steps forward. He wasn't crippled at all.
"Lambert, you..." Jennifer was so angry she couldn't speak, pointing at Lambert, her breath catching in her throat.
"You're not crippled, Lambert. You've been lying to us all along." Ferguson, standing up from the floor, tried to rally everyone against Lambert, but no one took up his words.
"Do you think you're worthy?" Lambert's face was like a cold frost as he took the will back from Jennifer and addressed the crowd. "Anyone else have an opinion? Speak now."
The scene before them was enough to prove that Lambert was a man of great skill. Who dared go against him?
With a seething rage, he was capable of killing with just a glance, and when he acted, he would send people to hell.
"Master Lambert is now the largest shareholder of Wenshte Group. He is the rightful chairman."
"Master Lambert's leg injury was never treated, which made it difficult for him to move. Now, Master Lambert has fully recovered, and there are no concerns regarding the future of the Wenshte Family."
Previously, the shareholders and nobles who sided with Jennifer all shifted their support to Lambert.
"Very well, so you've been lying to me all this time," Jennifer, enraged, spoke the words and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her eyes rolled back as she fainted.