Waltz was excited.

“Alright, let’s barge our way in!

“I’ve been pretty frustrated for the past two days. All of the Rockefellers have to pay for what they did!”

Alex shook his head. “Waltz, you stay here with Maya. This is a family matter, so just me and my mom should go.”

Brittany nodded. “That’s right. Even though your dad is not related to him, he was still his son regardless. We would be in the wrong if we don’t send him off.”

Waltz didn’t want to listen. “Brother, how could you not bring me along to such a fun—oh, I mean, such a solemn event?”

Brittany replied, “Waltz, stop messing around.”

“Oh, okay!” Princess Fleur had to abide by the empress’ orders.

The funeral had already started in Rockefeller Manor.

All of the Rockefellers were wearing mourning clothes.

Noah and Spark were kneeling in the first row, whereas Mariah, Olivia and Paige were kneeling next to them.

The younger generation of the Rockefellers had nothing better to do—they sat together, staring at their