Seeing the bullet wound from the day before, Joseph sighed, "Such a shame, she was a good kid."
With a heavy heart, Joseph gently covered Sophie's face with a blanket and turned to James. "Sophie's gone. The big families won't let this slide. You've got to handle it."
"How should I handle it?" James asked.
"Burn her," Joseph replied, his voice cold and detached. "We need to keep Sophie's death under wraps for now. Make sure no one finds out tonight."
Taking Joseph's instructions to heart, James walked over to the bed, pulled out a lighter, and set the curtains ablaze. In moments, the whole bed was engulfed in fire.
As the flames surrounded the bed, Joseph finally turned away, feeling a grim sense of reassurance.
The next morning, as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Burke International's funeral procession was already in motion. A group of people carried the coffin out of the Burke family's gates. In the misty morning air, a sense of danger hung like a shadow.
Before anyone could make sense of it, a bullet sliced through the chest of one of the pallbearers. Colby and his crew had already shown up.
Faces turned pale with terror as the realization hit. "It's Colby! Colby's here!"
Colby led his team forward, bullets raining down on the pallbearers like a relentless storm. The bodyguards from Burke International tried to push forward, but they were quickly taken down.
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