Sometime earlier, Caesars told her about the Cae Family’s influence in Oakland city. Julius hadn’t ever felt so suffocated before. Caesars, whom no one dared to provoke, was beaten and tortured by Qian Jin in the same way a little kid tore apart his dolls. Her fear brought about by murdering Rollin, which had been sealed in her memory, was rising at this moment.
Rosella swiftly ran into the mourning hall, carrying a muddy jar in her arms. On her face, no disgust for this dirty jar could be seen. Rather, she seemed to be holding the most precious thing in the world.
Julius gazed at the jar held in Rosella’s arms surprisingly, regretting not having thought about Rollin hiding the property certificates of the Roll Family under the fishpond in the backyard. It was no wonder that she couldn’t find the most important remains of Rollin despite rummaging through every box and chest in the house.
