uniformed staff from Tyersall Park standing at attention beside the marquee.
“Yes, Mother thought it would be nice to eat here for a change,” Victoria said.
The family assembled in front of the gravestone, and the Buddhist monks began chanting. After they were finished, the bishop stepped up and said a short prayer for the souls of Shang Loong Ma and his wife, Wang Lan Yin, for even though they were never baptized, he hoped that their good deeds and contributions to Singapore would mean that they would not suffer from too much eternal damnation. Victoria nodded approvingly while he prayed, ignoring her mother’s daggerlike glare.
When the bishop had moved offstage, the Thai lady’s maids handed Su Yi and Alfred small silver buckets of soapy water and toothbrushes, and the two elderly Shang siblings approached the grave and began scrubbing the headstones. Astrid was always deeply moved by this simple gesture of filial piety, as her ninety-something-year-old grandmother got on her hands and knees and painstakingly cleaned the tiny crevices in an intricately carved tomb panel.
After the cleaning ritual was over, Su Yi placed a bouquet of her prized dendrobium orchids in front of her father’s headstone, while Alfred placed a vase of camellias next to his beloved mother’s. Then each of the family members took turns coming forward and placing offerings of fresh fruit and sweets by the grave. When the cornucopia of food had been laid out like a Caravaggio still life, the Buddhist monks lit joss sticks and said some final prayers.
The family then adjourned to lunch underneath the tent. As Alfred Shang passed Harry Leong on the way to the table, he took a folded piece of paper out of his trouser pocket and said, “Oh, here’s that info you wanted. What’s this all about? I had to twist a few more arms than I expected.”
“I’ll explain later. You’ll be at Tyersall for Friday night dinner, right?”
“Do I have a choice?” Alfred sniggered.
Harry sat down at the table and scanned the paper quickly. He then put it away and began digging into the first course of chilled mung bean soup.
“Now Astrid, I heard you were just in Paris. Was it as lovely as always?” Lillian May Tan asked.
“It was wonderful. The biggest surprise was running into Nicky.”
“Nicky! Really? I haven’t seen him in ages!”
Astrid glanced a few paces down to make sure her grandmother was safely out of earshot. “Yes, he was there with Rachel, and we had a rather exciting evening together.”
“Tell me, what’s his new wife like?” Lillian May asked in a lowered voice.
“You know, I really like Rachel. Even if she wasn’t married to Nicky, she’s the sort of person I would definitely be friends with. She’s quite—”
Just then, Astrid felt a gentle nudge on her shoulder. It was one of Su Yi’s lady’s maids, who whispered, “Your grandmother wants you to stop talking about Nicholas right now or leave her table.”
• • •
After the luncheon, as everyone made their way back to the cars, Harry walked alongside Astrid and asked, “Do you keep up with that Charlie Wu?”
“I do from time to time—why?”
“Uncle Alfred just supplied me with the most intriguing tidbit. You know how you asked the other day if I acquired Michael’s first company? I decided to dig deeper, since it did always strike me as odd how he was able to sell that company for so much money.”
“Oh, did Charlie lend you a hand?”
“No, Astrid—Charlie was the one who bought the company.”
Astrid stopped dead in her tracks. “You’re joking, right?”
“Not at all. The real joke is Charlie Wu secretly paying three hundred million dollars for a tiny tech start-up.”
“Dad, are you absolutely sure about this?”
Harry took out the piece of paper and showed it to Astrid. “Listen, this was really tough info to come by. Even our top finance guys turned up nothing but dead ends, so I had to ask Uncle Alfred to help, and you know he is never wrong. Charlie obviously went to great lengths to hide his ownership in a complex web of shell corporations, but you can see the proof in this document as clear as day. Now, what is he plotting at? That’s what I want to know.”
Astrid stared at the paper in disbelief. “Dad, do me a favor—please don’t mention a word of this to Michael or anyone else until I find out more.”
After everyone had departed, Astrid remained at the cemetery. She sat in her car with the air-conditioning on full blast for