Chapter 179 - Who?

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Tania Kennedy blinked flirtatiously. “This is your first time treating me to a drink!”

Finn Taylor rolled his eyes. ‘I really want her to scram. There was no way she would’ve bothered with me in the past, but things are different now.’

His father—Jacob Taylor—was dead, and so was his grandma, Frida Cameron. His mother—Wendy Jensen—was under house arrest, while his younger brother, Donovan Taylor, was imprisoned in the dark pool.

He was the only one in the Taylor family that Tania Kennedy could look for. As such, she finally thought of the cousin that she had never even interacted with before.

Finn Taylor and Tania Kennedy sat across from each other, and the latter started asking about his current life. “You seem to be living well after leaving Chicago and coming to San Francisco.”

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Finn Taylor shook his head. “Not at all. Ask any random person on the street if they know Finn Taylor. They’ll be sure to tell you that he’s the Larson family’s useless matrilocal son-in-law.”

In the past, Tania Kennedy had had her doubts about that. It was only when the Taylor family underwent such a drastic change that she realized that her cousin—who she had always looked down on—had simply been holding it in.

“Tania Kennedy, stop beating around the bush. I’m sure you’re here because my mom has something to tell me.”

Tania Kennedy was Wendy Jensen’s niece, and she shared the closest relationship with the latter amongst the entire family. Now that his mother was under house arrest, he was sure that his cousin had made the trip here only because of his mother’s request.

“You’re sharp. I won’t keep it from you then.” Tania Kennedy then took out a photo and placed it in front of her cousin.

The latter picked it up—it was a photo of an old monk.

“He’s that monk from the Temple of Great Compassion. He was the one who told your grandmother about how she’d have a saint and a jinx as grandsons, but he’s suddenly disappeared.”

Finn Taylor’s eyes reddened as he glanced at the man in the photo. ‘It’s all because of something this man said that I had to endure all that humiliation throughout the years.’

Revenge had once crossed Finn Taylor’s mind, but he had never expected this man to vanish!

“Mr. Brugel said that this had to be a plot and that someone must’ve tried to turn you two against each other. Auntie hopes that you’ll be able to find the old monk and the culprit behind this whole incident.”

‘My mother is indeed not just an ordinary figure. There’s no way to keep her restrained, and her ambition is still there.’ Finn Taylor sneered. “I’m afraid my mother has more to say, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, Auntie said that the Taylor family is your family, Jacob Taylor’s family, as well as Brian Taylor’s family. But now, Benjamin Taylor has brought his two sons—Julian Taylor and Jefferson Taylor—into the Taylor family’s residence. If you don’t return home and fight for power over the family, you’ll let your dad and grandpa down!”

Finn Taylor’s eyes turned bloodshot as he exuded a murderous aura.

Tania Kennedy had expected all of this. It was all because of one name she had said—Brian Taylor.

The Taylor family had always held him in great esteem.

Before the age of six, Finn Taylor had been treated rather fairly in the family. On the one hand, it was because that old monk had made the proclamation when he turned six. On the other hand, it had more to do with Brian Taylor’s death when Finn Taylor was six.

Perhaps if Brian Taylor hadn’t passed on, that old monk never would’ve dared to make such a preposterous claim.

Brian Taylor was the one who treated Finn Taylor the best in the entire family—he loved the latter more than his parents! However, that had all disappeared the year he turned six.

“You’d better watch your words,” Finn Taylor warned his cousin.

“Finn Taylor, I know what’s your taboo. You don’t want me to mention Brian Taylor, right?”

Snap!

Finn Taylor reached out and grabbed his cousin’s neck, not caring about the other’s dignity or status.

It didn’t matter that she was his cousin. He was vicious enough to kill his own grandma, so what was a mere cousin to him?

“Finn Taylor, kill me now. You’d better kill me now. Once you kill me, you’ll never know if your grandpa—Brian Taylor—is really dead.”

Snap!

Tania Kennedy’s words saved her, and Finn Taylor let go immediately. “What do you mean?”

“Finn Taylor, what makes you so sure that your grandpa is dead?”

‘What does she mean?’ Finn Taylor was confused. “Do you mean that Grandpa isn’t dead?”

“Do you have any memory of the Taylor family holding a funeral for your grandpa?”

Finn Taylor’s eyes were glued to the other. His breathing hastened, but he remained silent.

“In your mind, your father—Jacob Taylor—was probably crowned Master Peregrine all of a sudden one day, while your grandma, Frida Cameron, gained the real power in the family. Am I wrong?”

Finn Taylor didn’t tear his eyes away from Tania Kennedy. ‘What is she trying to tell me? Could it be true that my grandpa is still alive?’

“Finn Taylor, that’s all I’m going to say. You’d better think it through—does the Taylor family really mean nothing to you? What if the Taylor family crumbles one day? What if someone else takes over the Taylor family? How will you face your grandpa when he comes back then?” With that said, Tania Kennedy stood up and left.

Finn Taylor was left there in a daze.

…

Chicago, the Taylor family.

Maximus Brugel glanced at Wendy Jensen. “Did you ask Tania to meet him in the end?”

“Why can’t I? He’s part of the Taylor family, so it’s his responsibility.”

“But you know very well that the Taylor family has never given him anything. He shouldn’t have to bear this responsibility.”

“The Taylor family gave him life. Isn’t that enough?”

Maximus Brugel didn’t want to argue with Wendy Jensen. In fact, he had never argued with a woman in his entire life since there was no point in doing so.

As Maximus Brugel walked out, he said blandly, “You’re another Frida Cameron.”

Wendy Jensen smiled. ‘I’m indeed another Frida Cameron.’

That’s right. She had always thought of herself as different from Frida Cameron, but it now seemed like she was equally obsessed with power as Frida Cameron was.

Once their power was being threatened, they had to find a way to get it back immediately.

She was no different from Frida Cameron.

…

Finn Taylor stood up, heading home with thoughts circling in his mind.

When he arrived home, he spotted his wife, who looked very down.

“What’s wrong?” Finn Taylor was curious. ‘What’s happened to Yvette? Why does she look so sullen?’

“It’s nothing much. I’m just stressed out over some matters in the company.”

“Do you need my help?”

“No need. I’m not completely useless.”

If this had happened in the past, Linda James would’ve lashed out at Finn Taylor a long time ago. But now that she knew of Finn Taylor’s true identity, she didn’t dare to make a peep.

When Finn Taylor returned to his room, his mind was filled with all sorts of possibilities as he gazed at the photo of the old monk. ‘Who is he?’