"Simple."
Taylor's fingers, which had been idly toying with his glass, stilled.
He lifted his gaze to meet Calvin's, his expression as composed as ever.
"I'd agree with his terms."
The answer caught Calvin completely off guard.
After all, though Taylor appeared gentle and approachable on the surface—like polished jade—he was anything but.
Beneath that refined exterior lay a shrewd, unyielding mind.
His ruthless methods in handling matters were no less formidable than those of Sinclair.
Of course, that was partly because the Taylor family's main lineage now consisted solely of him and his sister.
If Taylor had shown even the slightest weakness, the position of Taylor family head would have slipped from his grasp long ago.
Calvin poured himself another drink, his lips quirking in amusement as he studied his old friend. "I thought you'd refuse."
"Since Michael has returned, he's undoubtedly planned everything out," Taylor replied, pouring himself a glass as well.
