Andrew took another document out of his briefcase and handed it to Chris.

“There are twelve million three hundred and seventy thousand dollars in total across these three funds. Starting from January 2nd next year, this money will be transferred into your personal account every month, on time, under other names.”

Chris took the document and read it carefully.

“Any problems?”

“Uh-huh!” Chris nodded and said softly, “When I was cleaning my room yesterday, I found a land deed in Thomas’s safe. It’s a farm in Lewistown, Montana, purchased by Thomas under my name.”

“Oh, I know about that. Thomas entrusted me to handle the paperwork.”

Andrew said with a smile, “That farm is your property. Since 2008, it’s been managed by a company in Seattle. The annual management fees are paid through the Dong family trust fund, and any profits generated are also transferred into this fund. To this day, I still don’t understand why Thomas bought it. Running a farm requires a big investment; otherwise, it’s hard to make money. So up to now, the farm only brings in tens of thousands in profit each year.”

So that’s why, no wonder Andrew didn’t even bother to mention it.

“How much is the farm worth now?”

“In 2015, the Collins family offered twenty-one million dollars to buy it, but Thomas refused. Now, the value is probably a bit lower, estimated between eighteen and twenty million dollars, and it’s not easy to find a buyer.”

After saying this, Andrew leaned back on the sofa.

“That’s the situation. You can get another lawyer to help if you want. If there are no issues, just sign. After that, you can continue to have me handle things, or you can find a lawyer you trust—either way is fine.”

Chris didn’t answer, but simply flipped through all the documents.

“Andrew uncle, you’re the person Thomas trusted most, and you’re also the one I trust most. So I hope you’ll continue to take care of these things. You know, just like Thomas, I’m not very good at this stuff.”

With his keen senses, Chris could feel Andrew’s care and goodwill.

He needed someone to help him handle these matters. Rather than finding someone else, it was better to let Andrew continue.

He had known Thomas for over thirty years and had helped Thomas keep everything in perfect order.

Besides, he was a top lawyer—famous, capable, and well-connected—able to help Chris solve many problems.

Chris really couldn’t think of anyone who could replace Andrew.

Chapter 9: Karma’s Fire

Night had fallen.

As night came, the wind picked up, blowing away the stifling heat that hung over Sheepshead Bay.

“Let’s leave it at that for now.”

Andrew walked out the door of Ghost, giving instructions as he went: “If you have time in the next couple of days, come by my office and sign the entrustment contract. You have no idea how much Tony and the others value the upcoming cooperation with you.”

Chris nodded.

Of course they value it!

If Andrew hadn’t come today, Chris wouldn’t even have known that he was now a millionaire with assets worth tens of millions.

For a billionaire, no amount of attention is too much.

“Thank you, Andrew uncle!”

“No need to thank me, this is what I should do. Also, Thomas’s case is closed, and his body should be laid to rest. I’ve already settled things with the FBI, so you can go and claim it anytime—it’s your responsibility.”

Technically, Thomas’s body should have been kept by the 61st Precinct.

But because the case involved a cult, the FBI intervened and took Thomas’s body.

“I’ll go handle the paperwork tomorrow.”

Andrew patted Chris on the shoulder and said softly, “Don’t resent him. You and I both know how much he loved you.”

“I know!”

Chris answered seriously.

To be honest, he didn’t resent Thomas.

If it weren’t for Thomas, he probably wouldn’t have been able to be reborn.

“By the way, you need to be careful of that Franklin Lewis.”

Andrew got in the car, then suddenly rolled down the window and lowered his voice: “That guy isn’t simple. I don’t think he’ll let this go.”

Chris asked, “Why? There doesn’t seem to be anything special about Ghost.”

“He’s backed by the Funeral Industry Association of Mr. Young.”

“The Funeral Industry Association?”

Andrew said quietly, “Things aren’t like they used to be. Mr. Young has gotten into the funeral business and is gradually forming a monopoly. In the past, over sixty percent of New York’s funeral homes were run by Chinese, but now? Almost all have been bought up by Mr. Young! Except for the three on Mulberry Street—Zhonghua Longevity, Hua Eternal Life, and Wufu Funeral Homes—because they have Hongmen connections.”

“The funeral business isn’t that valuable, is it? Why would Mr. Young be interested?”

“In America, except for the military, where isn’t there a trace of Mr. Young? Birth, aging, sickness, and death are major events in life—how could Mr. Young not pay attention? Besides, this industry is very deep, so Franklin Lewis will definitely come looking for you again.”

“I understand!”