Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 357: 357: Conversation between Father and Son of the Taylor Family

Chapter 357: 357: Conversation between Father and Son of the Taylor Family

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After hearing Kylan Taylor’s words, the glimmer of hope Ethan Smith had just developed disappeared immediately.

For a moment, he even found himself repulsed with Kylan.

“I truly don’t understand why people like you always fancy themselves superior,” Ethan said, shaking his head.

“All these distinctions of high-low, noble-vile are made by you. We toil all our lives, and in your eyes, we become the butt of your jokes.”

“Mr. Yan, honestly, I think the one who is laughable here is you. You treat others as slaves, but that doesn’t mean others will respect you.”

Ethan looked at Kylan squarely, without avoiding his gaze.

Kylan’s face gradually grew cold.

“Stubborn to the core.” Kylan said icily.

“I detest your self-perceived spirit of resistance,”

Ethan replied coolly, “And I equally detest your lofty airs.”

Their negotiations failed.

This was Ethan’s second round of negotiations with Kylan, and they were still unsuccessful.

Their beliefs entirely conflicting; regardless of how many times they discussed, the contradiction would only deepen.

For a conflict of this scale, it would only be resolved with the disappearance of one side.

Kylan spoke coldly, “I had wanted to give you North Province Island. It seems that’s unnecessary now.”

Ethan smirked, “Mr. Yan, as you told Ivan Dillon, do I really need you to gift it to me?”

“Bravo! Bravo!” Kylan laughed heartily.

“Ethan, let’s see how long you can stay stubborn!”

Ethan didn’t respond. He realized arguing with Kylan was pointless.

The plane sped across the sky, soon landing in the Taylor family’s Estate.

After deboarding the plane, Kylan maintained his grim expression.

Emily Taylor hurried over, asking, “Ethan, is everything alright?”

Ethan responded, smiling, “Don’t worry, Mr. Yan and I had a delightful exchange.”

Upon hearing this, Kylan snorted coldly again.

“Dad, if you don’t need anything, I’ll excuse myself.” Kylan said, still upset.

“Hold on,” Mike Taylor beckoned.

“Kylan, come with me, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”

Kylan couldn’t disobey Mike, so he followed him upstairs.

In the study, there were just Mike and Kylan.

“Dad, what is it that you need?” Kylan asked, sitting across from Mike.

Mike replied coldly, “Kylan, I know all about your dealings with the Blair family.”

Kylan seemed nonchalant, replying, “What’s the problem? The alliance between the Taylors and the Blairs is a powerful one.”

“Hmm,” Mike sighed.

“I didn’t call you here for argument’s sake, Kylan but I simply want to ask you a question.”

“Are you pushing Emily to marry Dexter Blair?”

Kylan was taken aback, “Dad, why are you asking this all of a sudden?”

Mike slowly stood up, his back toward Kylan. “I am nearing the end of my life, Kylan. I know that once I pass on, the Taylor family will face difficult times.”

“I don’t want to see the Taylor family torn apart.”

“Dad, if you pass the reins of the Taylor family to me, why would it disperse?” Kylan protested, somewhat agitated.

“Under my leadership, the Taylor family would only flourish! I can’t comprehend why you insist on arranging Emily’s marriage with that bottom rung bumpkin, Ethan!”

“In which respect is Dexter Blair inferior to Ethan? If you can’t swallow accommodating Dexter Blair, there are many successful young men in Capital City who are much better prospects than Ethan!”

Kylan’s words were impassioned; it seemed as if he had been holding these sentiments for a long time.

Mike was silent for a brief moment.

He turned to face Kylan, saying in a stern voice, “Kylan, don’t underestimate the lower class. Your father too, once emerged from it.”

“Regarding Ethan Smith and Dexter Blair, you are not wrong. But you overlooked something critical: Emily’s choice.”

“Emily likes Ethan. Why would you force her to marry Dexter?”

Kylan snorted, “What does a young girl know about liking or disliking? How much is ‘liking’ worth?”

Kylan, having grown up in an aristocratic family, had been conditioned by a doctrine of rational self-interest.

In his view, everything in the world should make way for benefit – even friends and family.

“Kylan, there is something I need to tell you,” said Father Yan, his tone suddenly serious.

“A great personality once said that the Taylor family would only last for fifty years.”

“This year marks the forty-seventh.”

Kylan chuckled disdainfully, “Dad, do you actually believe these things?”

Mike ignored Kylan’s words and continued, “He also said that only Ethan Smith could save the Taylor family. If not, the Taylor family would begin to deteriorate in their 50th year and even face extinction.”

The man he quoted was Ethan Smith’s father. As all the fortunes of the Taylor family were owed to him, Mike believed every word he said.

However, Kylan was not Duane Taylor and chose to disregard Mike’s words.

“My fate is in my hands, not those of the heavens.” Kylan smirked.

“And as for those bullshit big shots you spoke of, they aren’t worth a penny in my eyes!”

“Dad, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be taking my leave.”

Kylan adjusted himself and turned to leave the study.

Just after he left, Mike gave a small sigh.

“It seems the calamity of the Taylor family is destined,” he murmured under his breath.

The following day, news came from North Province Island:

For various reasons, North Province Island had decided to temporarily close its doors for rearrangement, effective immediately; the reopening date indeterminate.

The reason behind the closure was shocking.

Looking around, there were hundreds of violations found within North Province Island!

When he saw the news, Ethan sneered.

Kylan was indeed forcing Ivan Dillon to hand over North Province Island willingly.

“These so-called ‘big shots’ are truly amusing, not only robbing people of their possessions but also expecting gratitude.” Ethan ridiculed.

Indeed, two days later, an announcement came:

North Province Island was officially taken over by the Taylors, reopening soon. Ivan Dillon would continue managing the island as the general manager.

That is to say, Ivan Dillon went from being the boss to becoming Kylan’s subordinate.

On that day, Ethan was playing chess with Mike Taylor as usual.

Seeing the blackness spreading between the wrinkles on Mike’s forehead, Ethan felt an increasing unease.

Mike appeared exceptionally frail. If it weren’t for the aid of drugs, he might even lack the strength to stand.

After finishing the chess game, Mike put down his piece.

He got up and said, “Ethan, come along with me. I’ll take you somewhere.”

“What?” Ethan was taken aback and asked, puzzled, “Where to?”

Mike responded lightly, “Don’t ask, just come along.”