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“What’s the matter?” She was surprised.
He smiled affectionately and attempted to remove the lipstick smudge with a white handkerchief.
This time, she refused to let him take charge. Her eyes gleaming, she took the handkerchief from him. “I can handle it myself.”
He was momentarily taken aback but responded with a wordless smile. The Bentley rolled away from the entrance of KS World Hotel.
A black Lamborghini parked across the road rolled down its windows, revealing Jeremy’s chiseled features.
Lips pursed and eyes burning, he fixated on the Bentley that drove away. He recalled how Alyssa and
Jameson went about in a pair and felt a jolt of pain that coursed through his veins.
He hadn’t slept for two days. Even the sleeping pills were useless now.
He had been out of it since he parted ways with Alyssa at the concert. While he usually maintained a high level of focus at work, he had been struggling to pay attention to the recent reports.
He couldn’t quite pinpoint why he had fallen into this state, but he knew Alyssa was at the root of his troubles. That was why he had come to the KS World Hotel alone, without informing Xavier, and had been waiting for Alyssa since 1:00 pm.
He admitted that he was dying to meet Alyssa, even if it was just for the sake of sleeping better that night.
He was hit hard by the sight of Jameson with Alyssa, and a throbbing headache suddenly struck him. His vision even started to blur.
Setting aside his sleep troubles, he nearly suffered a heart attack.
With an intense look in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator. The sports car sped down the road, going after the Bentley.
Heightsnew Villa was brimming with activity that evening as the maids bustled about to make preparations for the guests.
Winston had requested the presence of his children who were able to attend. Jonah, Silas, and Cyrus had already arrived at the villa, with Alyssa en route to join them.
Meanwhile, Tatiana couldn’t take leave because she was working on important coursework, a decision supported by Lyla. Lyla thought it wasn’t necessary for Tatiana to take leave for a casual dinner.
Holding a cup in his hand, Silas glanced at Jonah and Cyrus and shook his head. “Looks like it will be another testosterone-charged night. It’s always you two bachelors. Why is it so hard to meet my sisters?”
“I have two days off after our team solved a huge case. If not, you won’t be seeing me for a long time. I’d be Rapunzel, locked away in a tower.”
Cyrus, clad in a leather jacket, reclined on the couch with his legs crossed. His time in the police force had stripped away any air of the son from a wealthy family.
As the youngest Taylor son, he bore the greatest resemblance to Winston, featuring dark brows, round eyes, a prominent nose, and full lips. He had a healthy tan that accentuated his bright eyes.
“What’s with that corny metaphor?” Silas pretended to barf.
“Better than saying we were separated like Romeo and Juliet, which I almost did.”
Suddenly, Jonah and Silas were jolted by an unexpected noise. Although Cyrus appeared composed, he swiftly raised his hand to intercept a walnut hurtling toward him from nowhere.
The speed of his reaction was superhuman.
“Hehe! Mom, thanks for picking a large walnut for me. You know I love walnuts.” Cyrus sat up from the couch and placed the walnut on the coffee table. He cracked it open and savored the kernel with a grin.
“Look at the way you carry yourself! You don’t seem like you belong to the Taylor family at all. Did you enlist in the police force or become a spy for a gang?” Mandy questioned with her hand on her hip.
Then, she stormed up to his son with a disappointed look.
“They’re one and the same,” Cyrus responded with a grin, extending his hand toward Mandy while continuing to chew on the walnut. “One is not enough. Do you have more?”
“What’s that you’re wearing? Get back to your room and change into something proper!” Mandy, who was always elegant, broke character and gave her son a kick in the back.
She continued, “I don’t care how you act in the forces. You are the seventh son when you’re back home, and you’ll dress up accordingly. Victor and the others will be here soon. You’d better not embarrass your dad!”
Winston rested on the vintage leather couch in his study, peering through photos of Alyssa and Jameson through a pair of glasses.
“I have been monitoring Ms. Alyssa’s blind dates per your instructions,” Neil reported. “She did not stay in contact with the other men on the list, but she is frequently in touch with the Schmidt fellow.”
Winston flipped through the photos repeatedly and asked, “Did that guy do anything out of line to her?”
“No. Jameson Schmidt is a gentleman and knows his boundaries when he’s with Ms. Alyssa.”
In the main hall, Jonah, Silas, and the properly dressed Cyrus welcomed Victor and his second son into their home, with Mandy and Colene by their side.
“Jonah, Silas! You both seem to grow more handsome with each passing day! Oh, pardon me, I should address you as the president and the prosecutor now!”
“Mandy, is this your youngest son? I remember him being a mischievous and adorable little boy the last time we met. He has grown into such a handsome young man! What is he working as?” Victor Schmidt, the chairman of the Schmidt Group, exchanged hearty handshakes with all the Taylor siblings.
“I’m a policeman. I’m working in the Criminal Investigation Unit,” Cyrus answered.
“Oh, you joined the police force?” Victor’s eyes flickered with surprise. To him, being a police officer was one of the least desirable positions, given the comparatively low pay and the inherent risks associated with the job.
More importantly, the career progression was limited. The best Cyrus could do was to become a Superintendent in Chief, which paled in comparison to inheriting the family business.
“Yeah, that’s Cyrus for you,” Mandy said, looking somewhat embarrassed. In truth, Cyrus’ choice of profession had been a source of concern for her.
Out of all the wives, Mandy came from the wealthiest family. While she had no intention of competing for a share of the Taylor Group’s assets, she had been raised to place great importance on family honor.
Naturally, she had high expectations for her children and hoped they would excel in their chosen fields.
Unfortunately, Cyrus was pursuing a career in a different direction than the one she had hoped for. He was determined to be a police officer, deviating from the career path she had envisioned. This weighed heavily on her mind.
“Mandy, you shouldn’t underplay Cyrus’ achievements! He’s received several awards and solved major cases at the young age of 27. He’s a source of pride for the Solana City Police Department,” Colene chimed in.
“Yeah! He’s also the chief of the First Criminal Investigation Division in the city and the youngest in the department’s history!” Silas added, not wanting the Schmidts to look down on his accomplished seventh brother.
“Haha! He’s indeed young and successful!” Victor conceded.
Meanwhile, Cyrus was happy to receive praise from his family, even more so than when he received
“Victor! Gosh-” Winston approached the Schmidts with Lyla and Neil. He looked a little abashed. “I thought you had lost touch because of some health issues that needed attention.”
“Ah, the pot calling the kettle black!” Victor playfully ribbed Winston, stepping closer. “I invited horseback riding a few months back, and you turned me down, saying that you were busy.
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“You were always so eager about horseback riding, willing to drop anything to challenge me,” Winston quipped, a mischievous glint in his eye.
He continued, “I couldn’t help but wonder if you declined because you couldn’t mount a horse anymore due to old age. Perhaps you were worried about becoming a laughing stock.”
“That’s an unnecessary concern. I’m still hardy!” Grinning naughtily, Winston remained as conceited at the ripe old age of 60. “When we’re both in a nursing home, I’ll be the one who pushes you around. Just wait!”
Everyone giggled at their playful banter, just like they had for years.
Victor had donned a sharp four-piece suit for the occasion, featuring a dark grey shirt paired with a refreshing silver-grey dotted tie.
To his disappointment, Winston had not opted for a suit. Instead, he sported a white athleisure outfit adorned with expensive embroidered patterns, looking casual and cool.
With no sign of grey hair or a hunched back, Winston looked the same as he had two decades ago, much to Victor’s chagrin.
Both men had always placed great importance on their appearance, diligently maintaining their wardrobes and skincare routines since their youth. They continued this friendly rivalry for two decades with no end in sight.
“How are you doing, Uncle Winston?” David Schmidt went up and greeted Winston. He bore little resemblance to Jameson because they were half-siblings.
David was more genderless in his appearance, in stark contrast to Jameson’s burly yet slender physique, characterized by chiseled features and thick brows. Jameson shared the same razor-sharp gaze as their dad, Victor.
“David! I’m fine. How are you doing?” Winston beamed affectionately at David, who grew up before his eyes.
“Vic, I thought you were also bringing your youngest son along. It’s been quite some time since I last saw your fourth son. Will he not join us today?”
“That little rascal claimed he was tied up with something, so he’ll be arriving late,” Victor remarked as he surveyed the surroundings.
Victor asked with curiosity, “Winston, didn’t you mention that Lyse would be joining us as well? Where is she?”
Winston cleared his throat and replied, “Well, Lyse mentioned she’d be here once she had finished dealing with something.”
Winston couldn’t quite grasp what was going on, but he trusted that she would keep her word and show
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