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


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


    For a moment, he even found himself repulsed with Kn.<div>


    “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 be the butt of your jokes.”


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


    Ethan looked at Kn squarely, without avoiding his gaze.


    Kn’s face gradually grew cold.


    “Stubborn to the core.” Kn 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 Kn, and they were still unsessful.


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


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


    Kn spoke coldly, “I had wanted to give you North Province Ind. 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!” Knughed heartily.


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


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


    The ne sped across the sky, soonnding in the Taylor family’s Estate.


    After deboarding the ne, Kn 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, Kn snorted coldly again.<div>


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


    “Hold on,” Mike Taylor beckoned.


    “Kn,e with me, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”


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


    In the study, there were just Mike and Kn.


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


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


    Kn seemed nonchnt, replying, “What’s the problem? The alliance between the Taylors and the irs is a powerful one.”


    “Hmm,” Mike sighed.


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


    “Are you pushing Emily to marry Dexter ir?”<div>


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


    Mike slowly stood up, his back toward Kn. “I am nearing the end of my life, Kn. 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?” Kn protested, somewhat agitated.


    “Under my leadership, the Taylor family would only flourish! I can’tprehend why you insist on arranging Emily’s marriage with that bottom rung bumpkin, Ethan!”


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


    Kn’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 Kn, saying in a stern voice, “Kn, don’t underestimate the lower ss. Your father too, once emerged from it.”


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


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


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


    Kn, 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.


    “Kn, 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 onlyst for fifty years.”


    “This year marks the forty-seventh.”


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


    Mike ignored Kn’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, Kn was not Duane Taylor and chose to disregard Mike’s words.


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


    Kn adjusted himself and turned to leave the study.


    Just after he left, Mike gave a small sigh.


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


    The following day, news came from North Province Ind:


    For various reasons, North Province Ind 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 vitions found within North Province Ind!


    When he saw the news, Ethan sneered.


    Kn was indeed forcing Ivan Dillon to hand over North Province Ind willingly.


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


    Indeed, two dayster, an announcement came:


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


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


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


    Seeing the ckness 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 evenck the strength to stand.


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


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


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


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