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Chapter 165: Frida Cameron’s Dead

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

As Donovan Taylor finished his sentence, the entire Number One Pacific Heights fell into dead silence.

Frida Cameron wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her. The precious grandson who she had protected with her dear life was now asking her to die!

Ridiculous! How ridiculous!

This was the greatest irony.

Frida Cameron felt suffocated.?‘I don’t want to remain here any longer. I came all the way to San Francisco from Chicago for my grandson, but what I got in return was him asking me to die! What’s the point in staying here any longer?’

“I’m leaving. Are you going to stop me?” Frida Cameron stood up and headed toward the door.

Everyone’s eyes shot toward Finn Taylor. They were curious to know if he would stop her.

Unexpectedly, he didn’t. He was going to let Frida Cameron leave just like that.

Hunter Sullivan was the most confused. He understood more than anyone else just how powerful and terrifying this old lady could be.

If she managed to return to Chicago after all that had happened today, Finn Taylor wouldn’t just be facing Frida Cameron alone. All the prominent figures of Chicago—Russell Ferguson, Elijah Crawford, Andrew Hamilton, and Edward Mackenzie—would show up as well.

They would naturally choose to oppose Finn Taylor without a moment of hesitation.

However, it would be easy to prevent that situation from happening. All he needed to do was kill that old lady right then and there.

Yet, Finn Taylor didn’t. In fact, he would never do that.

He had already said that Frida Cameron was his biological grandmother. Although they were at loggerheads, they were still bound by blood ties.

If Finn Taylor were to kill his grandmother personally, he would definitely be lambasted for the rest of his life.

Finn Taylor glanced at his brother and said coolly, “Five steps, four steps, three steps…”

Initially, Donovan Taylor was still confused about what his brother meant. However, it suddenly dawned on him: The latter was counting the number of steps left until the old lady left the room.

He had already said that only one of them would walk out alive today. If Frida Cameron walked out, he would have to die.

Donovan Taylor’s eyes reddened.?‘I’m not going to let that happen.’

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain radiating throughout his body, he rushed forward and kicked his grandma viciously.

Her head hit the ground as she fell back.

Frida Cameron was already advanced in age, and such a blow had stripped her of the ability to speak.

Her breaths were getting shallower as her pupils were glued to Donovan Taylor.?‘Ridiculous! How ridiculous! I’ve protected my precious grandson throughout my life, yet he’s turning around to kill me! It seems like Maximus Brugel was right. The true saint of the Taylor family is Finn Taylor, not Donovan Taylor. Perhaps, I had indeed fallen into a trap. Someone had indeed bribed that monk and was trying to ruin the Taylor family and Peregrine Hall over the span of a few decades.’

“Brother, that old lady is dead. Please let me off.”

Donovan Taylor’s actions and words stunned everyone present so much that they were all at a loss for words. It was as though they were looking at the devil.

Finn Taylor laughed.?‘Frida Cameron is dead. The old lady—who had always called me a jinx and wanted me dead—is finally dead.’

Finn Taylor strolled up to his grandmother. He then kneeled down and placed his finger at the latter’s nose.

Only when he felt that she was no longer breathing did he feel at ease.

“Ah…” Finn Taylor’s expression was filled with despair as he punched Frida Cameron’s chest viciously. “Grandma, you can’t die. I miss you! I’m going to do CPR for you.”

Thud!

He landed yet another blow on Frida Cameron’s chest.

Hunter Sullivan couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. He knew that the Elder Young Master was putting on an act, but that was right.?‘Frida Cameron is the head of the Taylor family, as well as Peregrine Hall. Her death will definitely cause a stir. Elder Young Master can’t afford to take the blame for this.’

“My condolences, Young Master. Madam has already passed on.” Hunter Sullivan kneeled on the ground beside Finn Taylor.

The latter appeared to be heartbroken as he cried out pitifully, yet his fists pounded on Frida Cameron’s chest. “Grandma, my dear grandma. You can’t abandon me and just leave me here alone!”

“My condolences, Elder Young Master.” Hunter Sullivan crouched on the ground.

“Grandma, it was my fault for going against you and angering you. I’ll definitely organize a grand funeral for you to send you off in glory.” Finn Taylor turned to his younger brother with a painful expression. “Send that unfilial son of the Taylor family—Donovan Taylor—to the dark pool. Lock him there forever for killing Grandma.”

Snap!

Two of Finn Taylor’s subordinates quickly subdued Donovan Taylor.

The former turned his gaze toward Wendy Jensen. “Mother, Father passed away from an illness, Grandma is gone, and my little brother is unfilial. I will do my best to bring the Taylor family back to glory.”

Wendy Jensen stood there, stunned. Only one word came up: Abdication.

‘Finn Taylor said that he’s going to lead the family to glory. This clearly means that he wants me to hand over all power and authority.’?Wendy Jensen sighed inwardly.?‘Although I hadn’t done much, I had contributed to the psychological trauma this child has faced. He isn’t going to kill her, but neither is he going to leave me with any power. This is something all new emperors will do when they force the incumbent to abdicate.’

Wendy Jensen stretched out her arm, a piece of jade in her hand.

There was a word carved into the piece of jade: Taylor.

This was a symbol of the Taylor family head, and Wendy Jensen handed it over to her son.

As he received it, he said, “Donovan killed Grandma, so you must be shocked. Please remain in the Taylor family’s residence from now on.”

‘Restricting my movements! Not only is he forcing me out of power, but he is even putting me under house arrest!’

Finn Taylor was surprising her over and over again.

It wasn’t just Frida Cameron who had judged the twins wrongly. Wendy Jensen realized that even she had judged her son wrongly. She simply felt that Finn Taylor was no piece of trash, yet she had never expected that he was such a high-flyer.

“I’ve gotten a little tired these days. I’ll stay in the Taylor family’s residence and not head out from now on.”

Very quickly, Frida Cameron was brought back to Chicago by the Taylor family.

The funeral was exceptionally extravagant, and there, Wendy Jensen also made an announcement: The title of Master Peregrine was stripped away from Donovan Taylor. Her elder son—Timothy Taylor—would take over the helm of Peregrine Hall.

Not many people in Chicago knew about the elder son of the Taylor family. As such, this announcement made waves in the city.

At the Gold family’s residence in San Francisco.

When Third Master Gold learned of Finn Taylor’s real identity, the shock on his face couldn’t be concealed.?‘The Taylor family?’

Third Master Gold hated that family’s ostentatious Donovan Taylor, so he never put any effort into getting to know him. In fact, he didn’t even know what Donovan Taylor looked like. Otherwise, he never would’ve treated Finn Taylor that way when they first met.

“Kimberly, arrange a meeting with Finn Taylor for me.”