The butler caught the implication in Taylor's words and was visibly startled.
"Sir, are you suspecting that the child might be… yours?"
"I'm not suspecting anything," Taylor cut him off, his voice suddenly turning icy.
"Just investigate.
The sooner, the better."
"Yes, sir!"
The butler's tone grew solemn and resolute.
"I'll send someone to investigate immediately."
The call ended, but Taylor's mind remained unsettled.
Sinclair leaned back in his chair, his long, dark eyes glinting with amusement.
"That woman nearly destroyed you back then.
Aren't you afraid of history repeating itself?"
Taylor studied the chessboard before him, a faint self-deprecating smile playing at his lips.
"If I were still that gullible, the Taylor family's core assets would've been devoured long ago." Sinclair smirked dismissively.
"How about," he said, pouring a cup of tea and sliding it toward Taylor, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, "we make a bet?"
