Chapter 287: Who’s the Master?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Since we’re a family, why do you care about who’s the master? Since you guys feel that Peregrine Hall is still relevant, I’ll be the family head as Master Peregrine then. If you guys don’t recognize Peregrine Hall, then Benjamin Taylor will be the head of your Taylor family. Even Frida Cameron’s elder sister can be the family head for all I care. But since you don’t recognize Peregrine Hall anymore, there’s no point in me dealing with the Taylor family either. I’ll take my leave then.”
All of them thought of Finn Taylor as a fool, yet the latter’s abilities were much more developed than any of them had imagined. In short, he had forced them into a corner.
As such, Benjamin Taylor threw out another trick. “Let’s have a meal together. Let’s not talk about such upsetting things.”
Finn Taylor remained unmoved as he sneered. “Sure, but who’s taking the head of the table?”
The old man wanted to sweep this under the carpet, but Master Peregrine wasn’t letting it go.
This question was no different from the previous one. After all, only the one who held the highest position in a family could sit at the head of the table.
“Stop making such a fuss. You’re just a guest here.” Finn Taylor shoved his great-aunt aside.
“I’ve never thought of competing for that position; it’s already been set. From the very beginning, it belonged to your grandpa and then your father. After Jacob Taylor’s death, it’s only natural that it goes to his son—Donovan Taylor.”
Finn Taylor chuckled. “Alright then. Why don’t you go to the dark pool and bring him here?”
‘The dark pool? I might not even return if I am to go there.’ Evelyn Cameron was no fool, and she naturally rejected the suggestion.
“I guess you have nothing to say now. What about you, Great-Uncle? Do you want to take the head of the table?”
The man in question chuckled. “I’m not going to take that position. Your grandpa has the final say over that. Oh right. Finn, what do you think about your grandpa’s death anniversary?”
This was just how Benjamin Taylor was—always beating around the bush for his own self-interests.
“Grandpa’s death anniversary? Is he dead?”
Those questions stunned the other. “Finn Taylor, what do you mean by that?”
“Nothing much. You said that you wanted to commemorate my grandpa’s tenth death anniversary. Don’t you mean that he’s dead then? Since that’s the case, where’s his body?” What Finn Taylor hated most was that he hadn’t found his grandpa. He couldn’t wait to see if these people would still dare to act this way if Phoenix and Triton succeeded in bringing his grandpa back.
‘The Taylor family had flourished under Grandpa’s leadership. Everyone in the country respected them, and the entire family had been united. But ever since Grandpa went missing, they all started acting up. Did they really think they could simply do as they pleased just because Grandpa wasn’t around? What a joke!’
“Finn Taylor, we’re not the ones who said that your grandpa is dead. Everyone in the family agrees, so don’t you think you’re going against the entire family by saying that?”
There was no way to simply sweep this under the rug, so Benjamin Taylor tried to use the Taylor family’s name, thinking that he’d be able to scare his grand-nephew.
“So what if I go against the entire Taylor family?”
Benjamin Taylor thought that he’d be able to get the other down, but it seemed futile. If this had happened just a few years ago, the latter indeed wouldn’t have dared to do so because he hadn’t been this fearless.
After all, Frida Cameron and Jacob Taylor were still around. Although they hadn’t treated him well, they were still his grandma and father. No matter how much he hated them, he wouldn’t kill them personally.
Now that there was nobody he needed to care about in the Taylor family, there was no need for him to fear. As for Wendy Jensen, he had been observing her.
He could tell that his mother was truly in fear of his great-uncle. That could only mean that they weren’t allies.
His great-uncle was threatening his mom too. Since that was the case, Finn Taylor would protect his mother just this once on the account that they were blood relatives.
“Finn Taylor, what are you saying? You’re being so disrespectful!”
The young man sneered, ignoring the others and heading out. “You’d better do some charitable acts and accumulate good karma. Otherwise, you might die a terrible death.”
Finn Taylor walked out with his mother following closely behind him. It wasn’t because the former was afraid of killing the others now but that it would be too troublesome to do so.
If he did so, he wouldn’t be able to return to San Francisco.
Finn Taylor was still worried about his wife.
“Are you leaving with me?” He turned to question his mother as they walked out of the Taylor family’s residence.
“I thought that I’d become the family head once everyone was gone, but Benjamin Taylor suddenly appeared. There’s no point in me staying here now. Of course, I won’t follow you even after leaving if you’re unwilling.”
Wendy Jensen was different from Jacob Taylor and Frida Cameron. His father and grandma had beaten him in the past, and that was also why he hated their guts.
As for Wendy Jensen, she was an accomplice at the very most. She had never dared to go against the others, but neither had she even beaten him.
All she did was follow their orders. Perhaps that had been her only way out.
“Forget it. I’d still have to worry about you if you’re alone.”
Now that things had already progressed to this extent, Finn Taylor was no longer worried about his mother knowing about his secret.
He made a call, and very quickly, Queen Felicity arrived to pick him up.
When Wendy Jensen spotted the other lady, she was stunned. They’d met in the past and had even dealt business together.
Wendy Jensen thought that Felicity was a business genius and had even offered to acquire the latter’s company. Never in her life would she have thought that a business genius like Felicity was no more than a subordinate of her son!
“There’s no need to make such a huge fuss over this. I have many more like her.”
Wendy Jensen’s surprise didn’t go unnoticed, and he couldn’t help but sneer.
“There’s more?”
‘It’s a blessing to have even just one business genius like Felicity. But based on what my son just said, he seems to have many more like her! Is that even possible?’