Chapter 166 The Cold Earth

• MILLIE’S POV
• The cemetery was swallowed by a dense, unyielding gray fog that rolled off the mountains, clinging to the black iron gates and the pristine marble tombstones. We had tried to keep the arrangements as secretive as humanly possible, routing the funeral through a private, heavily guarded sector of the city’s ancestral burial grounds.
• But a story this tragic, stained with the blood of corporate coups and fallen houses, could not be completely hidden from the vultures.