Chapter two: Take You Back To Washington DC
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At the side, Roland blinked and exclaimed, Dylan, this kid really looks like you. Since when do you have a son? We’ve never heard you mention anything about it before!
“Don’t spout nonsense.” Dylan was somewhat at a loss. It was the first time in his life that he had ever had a child trustingly call him ‘Daddy’.
After thinking about it, he walked over to the boy, rubbed his hair, and said softly," I'm not your Daddy. You made a mistake”.
He turned to the lady beside the child. “He has been like that all day sir” the lady said, looking hopeless.
Hearing this, the little boy looked at Dylan in shock and suddenly began wailing loudly. “Daddy, you’re a bad guy. You don’t want me anymore!”
Dylan was dumbfounded and at a loss.
After some painstaking effort, he finally managed to cajole him with the help of the candy bar in his hand, and the child accepted it grudgingly.
When he left, the little boy was bawling his eyes out, almost causing Dylan to cave in.
Unfortunately, he still had important things to deal with. Otherwise, he would have kept her company until he and his minder left the mall premises.
Soon after he left, a woman hurried to the Billboard and hugged the weeping little girl, extremely heartbroken.
“Adrian, I’m sorry I’m late…”
There was still some lingering fear within her.
Earlier, she had intended to just make a quick trip to the cosmetics store to buy a few things, but she ended up running into a troublesome client who pestered her for a long time before leaving.
Over the years, she had been cherishing her son like he was her life. If anything happened to her son…
She didn’t dare to think about it any longer.
“Mommy, I saw Daddy just now. But he said that I had mistaken him for someone else… How could I be mistaken? He was Daddy!” the boy exclaimed, his lips pursed and on the verge of tears.
“What?!” The woman’s body suddenly stiffened as she turned to face the minder. “ Ma, he's correct, we saw a man who looked almost like your son ”
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Outside the mall, eight tall and burly bodyguards with domineering auras and clad in suits walked toward Dylan and stood still in front of him.
All eyes were on them.
Remaining still, Dylan raised his eyebrows.
“Mr. Dixon.” The bodyguards parted to the sides, revealing an old man and a middle-aged man behind them.
The old man, whose hair and beard were white, was around fifty to sixty years old and donning an immaculate suit. He looked smart and energetic. The middle-aged man beside him was also decked out in subtly luxurious designer apparel. It was obvious that they were wealthy.
The old man walked up to Dylan and kept his aged eyes fixed on him. All of a sudden, he bowed to Dylan.
“I’m Ross Kennedy, the chief butler of the Taylor family. I’m here to take you back to Washington DC.”
The indifferent gaze in Dylan's eyes suddenly became sharp!
The Taylor's? Taking me back to DC? This must be the greatest joke ever!
He grinned contemptuously. “It’s surprising that the prestigious and noble Taylors still remember me. I remember getting kicked out of the Taylor family together with my mother by you people two decades ago. You people said that I’m unworthy of being a Taylor and even warned us not to go near DC again, or else my mother and I would be taught a hard lesson.
“Where in DC are you taking me back to? Or is it that all the Taylors have dropped dead?
Dylan's voice was full of the endless hostility and anger that he had been suppressing for years.
Kennedy was speechless.
Lucas’s words were certainly aggressive and harsh, but he knew that the Taylors had indeed let him down back then.
He let out a long sigh. “No matter what, so many years have passed, and Old Mr. Taylor has gotten on in his years. He just wants to spend time with his children and grandchildren. After all, you carry the blood of Taylor.”
“My last name is Dixon, not Taylor.” Dylan continued unwaveringly, “If that nonsense is all you want to say to me, pardon me, but I won’t entertain you.”
Dylan turned around to leave, but Kennedy hurriedly stopped him. “Mr. Dylan, wait a minute!”
He grabbed a PIN-locked briefcase from the middle-aged man behind him and handed it to Dylan respectfully with both hands.
“This is all the information and the equity transfer letter of the Stardust Corporation, which used to belong to your mother. Now, it’s only right for you to take over its operations. Treat it as compensation from the Taylors.”
“Compensation?” Dylan smiled mirthlessly. “The Stardust Corporation belongs to my mother in the first place. The Taylors forcefully snatched it away from her and encroached on it. Even if you didn’t return it, I’d snatch it back on my own!
“You snatched someone else’s asset, and now you’re acting like you’re giving it to me out of kindness. Are you still expecting me to be grateful too? How thick-skinned! Let me warn you, don’t treat me like a fool, and don’t provoke me ever again. Or else I’ll tear your family apart!”
Dylan pushed the bodyguards away and left with the briefcase.
Staring at his taut back, Kennedy shook his head and sighed. “Ah, he’s still as hot-tempered as ever.”
As the chief butler of the Taylor family, Ross Kennedy was well aware that the Taylors had indeed gone overboard back then. However, the situation in Washington DC now was unfavorable, and he had no choice but to think of a way to repair the relationship between Dylan and the Taylors.
Kennedy patted the middle-aged man on his shoulder. “Chad Richmond, you’re now one of the most prominent figures in Orange County. You ought to do something about the matter regarding Mr. Dixon.”
The middle-aged man nodded respectfully. “I managed to achieve what I have today, all thanks to you and the Taylor family. It’s only right for me to do this. Don’t worry. I will definitely do my best to help Mr. Dixon.”
If there were people who knew the middle-aged man and saw him being very polite and respectful towards Kennedy, they would definitely have been astonished.
Well, because he was Chad Richmond, the wealthiest man in Lavender Town and the business tycoon who owned businesses in several states.
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