Chapter 162
Chapter 162:
Back then, Bruce had also suspected that his son’s death was not an accident, but he had not been able to find any clues or anomalies.
The dead could not be brought back to life. From that day on, the burden of Benton Group fell onto Rupert’s shoulders.
Rupert poured two glasses of wine, tipping one into the ground in front of the tombstone. His gorgeous face was lined with sadness and melancholy.
“Dad, I propose a toast to you p>
He drained the glass of wine he was holding and said firmly, “Dad, I know your death was not an accident. I am certain I will get to the bottom of it p>
A downpour began.
Rain soaked his whole body, water dripping from his hair, but Rupert did not even notice. He knelt in front of the tombstone and steadily drank the wine.
Gradually, he became a little inebriated. Leaning against the tombstone, he gently traced his fingers over his father’s photo.
He laid his thoughts bare to his father.
“Dad, do you know I still haven’t found Candy? It has been so many years. Grandpa has arranged my engagement. Her name is Annabel. Without Candy, I think I might accept the engagement. But I promised Candy I would marry her p>
Heather was greeted by this sight when she finally reached the peak of the mountain, gasping for breath and holding an umbrella in her hand.
Rupert was sitting on the ground, completely drenched. He leaned drunkenly against the tombstone, his expression despondent.
“Rupert, are you okay?” Heather stepped forward and held the umbrella over him. “You are completely soaked p>
However, Rupert ignored her. He picked up the bottle of wine and gulped it down in one go.
Heather grabbed the bottle from him and exclaimed, “Rupert, stop drinking. You’re sloshed p>
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Feeling groggy, Rupert looked up and saw a beautiful face peering at him worriedly.
“Candy?” Rupert was so drunk that he couldn’t clearly make out the features of the woman in front of him. He felt that it was Candy who cared about him and worried for him.
Candy?
Heather was hearing this name for the first time. Her ears automatically perked up.
Who was Candy?
Was it Annabel? Not likely…
Heather bent forward and supported Rupert, using all her strength. In a gentle and charming voice, she said, “Rupert, you’re drunk. Let me take you home p>
Rupert, drunk and out of his senses, shouted again, “Candy p>
Heather was stunned for a moment. Then she forced a charming smile onto her face and said coyly, “Yes, I’m Candy. Rupert, I’m your Candy p>
Rupert massaged his temples, his head spinning.
Was she Candy? He was confused.