After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 252 - 225: Grandparent-Grandchild Relationship (3rd Update)

Chapter 252: Chapter 225: Grandparent-Grandchild Relationship (3rd Update)

Two steps behind, Chuck Taylor’s gaze once again fell on the man who strode ahead.

Standing upright with perfect military posture.

Which contradicted starkly with his face.

If not for that demeanor.

He would look like a real live villain.

With every step he took, there was a sense of cutting wind clinging to him, beneath him seemed to be something elusive, as though he was immersed in a mystic snow fog.

A complex aura surrounded him completely.

Making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

Remembering the scene from that night, Chuck Taylor was no longer dismissive of this youngster.

The man before him was far more formidable than this old fellow.

Chuck Taylor retracted his gaze, inviting him into the Medicine Hall.

While he stood outside, waiting.

*

In the Medicine Hall.

With his hands clasped behind him, Evan Taylor stood before the main hall and looked at a complicated human-shaped diagram.

Upon hearing footsteps, he turned to look.

Evan Taylor’s intimidating aura radiated externally as he stared at Len Hawthorne.

"The Slaughter Squad seems to be idle recently."

Hearing Evan Taylor break the ice, Len Hawthorne laughed, "Mr. Taylor, I believe that’s not your business to mind."

"The Slaughter Squad turned the Taylor family into this. And you still want more?"

"Today, I am not here to do something to the Taylor family. I just have a message for the head of the Taylor family."

"Oh."

Evan Taylor narrowed his eyes, revealing an even colder look.

"You saw it at the Stephens house today."

"I did," Evan Taylor said in a cold voice: "Perfect, old man wants to ask Captain Hawthorne why he appeared in the Stephens house."

"My appearance in the Stephens house does not affect your Taylor family in any way. Conversely, the fact that the head of the Taylor family went to the Stephens house today raises suspicion about the Taylor family’s intentions."

"Captain Hawthorne, what’s your intention in getting close to Chloe Stephens?"

Len Hawthorn looked at Evan Taylor, his expression quite profound.

Evan Taylor’s voice was void of emotion: "Captain Hawthorne, I would like to advise you, Chloe Stephens is not someone you can approach casually."

"Oh?" Len Hawthorn’s voice was drawn out.

Len Hawthorn found it amusing.

These words were supposed to be his to say.

"What relationship does the Head of the Taylor family have with Chloe Stephens, since he is so concerned?"

"She is a patient that the Taylor family is treating," Evan Taylor responded coldly.

"Is it as simple as treating a patient?"

"That’s enough."

"I came today just for a routine check. The Taylor family has been quite well-behaved recently, I hope it remains this way. Good night, Mr. Taylor."

Len Hawthorne stood up to leave, having achieved his purpose.

"Captain Hawthorne," Evan Taylor called out to him in a cold voice, "You’d better stay away from Chloe Stephens."

Len Hawthorne stared at Evan Taylor in surprise and after a long moment, he said, "I’m afraid those are not the words of a purely professional relationship."

Evan Taylor stood with his back turned, his expression still cold, "If the Slaughter Squad does anything to her that is against her interests, the Taylor family will certainly not let it slide."

Len Hawthorne narrowed his dark eyes.

That was quite a heavy statement.

But, why?

*

Zachary Fisher put down the materials in his hand and looked up at his assistant who had just returned from outside, "Has the Taylor family left the Stephens family’s home?"

The assistant nodded, "They didn’t leave long ago."

"The head of the Taylor family hasn’t shown his face for decades," Zachary Fisher squinted his eyes, "But why did he suddenly run to the Stephens house, especially given the current situation of the Taylor family?"

"From what we gathered, someone from the Stephens family personally invited him to their home. It’s also possible that the head of the Taylor family heard about the sudden transformation of an ordinary person from the Stephens family into an ancient martial artist, and out of curiosity, he visited the Stephens house."

Such doubt was just right.

Zachary Fisher nodded, "Has Filbert been in contact with Ella Stephens recently?"

"I’m not sure about that."

Zachary Fisher concentrated on Ella Stephens in Imperial Capital and specifically had his sister take care of her.

Ella Stephens has performed quite well in the Imperial Capital. It was heard she had joined the Imperial Capital Aerospace Academy and studied there for three months.

This was indeed a great honor for a young person like Ella Stephens.

More importantly, Ella Stephens was also an ancient martial artist.

Zachary Fisher thought that his son would come home in the evening, so he didn’t ask his assistant to investigate the matter.

"Yvette Foster suddenly transformed from an ordinary person to an ancient martial artist, which is very strange. Send someone to keep an eye on her."

"Yes."

Zachary Fisher’s eyes were icy cold.

This transformation of Yvette Foster made him very uncomfortable.

*

After school in the evening.

"Chloe, we’re going to sing at a KTV tonight, do you want to join?"

Ava Sanders quickly caught up from the next class and asked.

Chloe shook her head: "I have things to do."

"Then we will invite you again another day."

"Have fun."

Chloe left these words behind and walked away.

Behind her.

Mason Sullivan and Franklin Walter came out.

"Where’s Chloe?"

"She left early because she has something to take care of."

Abigail Wilson rushed out of the restroom and far away spotted Oliver Gordon following Chloe out of school. She wanted to say something but they were too far away.

She came over to them, frowning and asked: "Why did you let Oliver follow Chloe?"

"Oliver Gordon?"

"Exactly, I feel there’s something off about that guy. I hope he’s not up to anything with Chloe."

Hearing Abigail Wilson’s words, the three guys exchanged glances, then quickly followed them.

Abigail Wilson also hurriedly followed them.

*

Outside.

Chloe stood on the shady grove path, turning her head back.

Oliver Gordon was standing not far away.

"I did not mean to follow you, it just..."

"Bang."

Chloe picked up a brick from the grove path and threw it at Oliver Gordon.

It flew past Oliver Gordon’s ear, making a whoosh sound.

It hit something behind him, making a loud noise.

Oliver Gordon’s body stiffened and his face turned pale as snow.

He was completely motionless.

After throwing the brick, Chloe continued walking.

Oliver Gordon dared not follow anymore.

After a long time, he swallowed hard and started walking with his heavy legs.

He took another path.

As he turned a corner, he saw a luxury car parked on the other side of the road. Chloe was talking to the driver.

She opened the passenger side door and got in.

The moment the door opened, Oliver got a glimpse of the man’s face.

His astounding looks rivaled Chloe’s!

It seemed familiar.

In that moment, Oliver froze again, feeling a penetrating force in the man’s glancing gaze.

It felt as if his body temperature was drained by that look.

Leaving only an endless chill.

*

Len Hawthorne took back his gaze and started the car.

"I went to the Taylor family today, what’s the relationship between Chloe and the Taylor family? It made Evan Taylor to protect you like this."

"Grandparent-grandchild relationship."

"..."

Seems like there’s nothing wrong with that.

"What did Evan Taylor say?"

Hearing Chloe call him by his name, Len laughed and said: "He warned me not to get close to Chloe."

"Nosey."

"..."

"Evan Taylor is nosey."

"..."

"Just ignore him."

"Chloe, are you sure there’s nothing more to this?"

"More of what?"

"Like, the relationship between you guys and Evan Taylor."

Chloe stared at him, "You don’t believe what I said."

"I believe everything my little sister says."

"Men’s bullshit," Chloe placed her hands together in front of her, looking forward, her voice clear and soft.

Len Hawthorne: "..."