"David Taylor?" Timothy Hill knew this young man, who was of none other a man than the grandson of the late chef of William.
Old man, I am not in humor to chatter to-day, either kill yourself, or I will get some one to kill you? David Taylor was glaring at Timothy with a coldly-smiling face, half-smoked cigarette in his mouth.
Is that the reason you are weary of living? Timothy turned pale. He was not afraid of David Taylor, but he was afraid of upsetting William.
"Trying to scare me?" David Taylor indicated his followers, and a party of suited men charged in with murder in their minds.
Hill, my grandpa was respectful to you but he died last night. The Taylor family is now under my rule. Be my puppet, or die, make your choice! David Taylor laughed to mock. My grandpa was growing senile and leaving our family fortune, built up in three generations, in your hands in case somebody returned? You are too near the grave, how are you going to do it? You would not strangle to death would you? David Taylor sneered. The outer world tells you that you are a god. So, was you really a deity, kill me here today. Bring it, display me your divine powers!
Timothy is an enormous impact in the world. Had David Taylor been able to turn him into a puppet of the Taylor family, he sees no reason why it would not take long before the Taylors could become the world-renowned family.
"Is he James Taylor's grandson?" William sat in his chair, made a leisurely swallow of his tea and looked at David Taylor in a calm demeanor.
"Master!" Timothy trembled, and went down on his knees at the feet of William. In case William expressed his anger on others due to the actions of James grandson, the adverse effects were inconceivable.
Other people might be unaware of the real potential of William, but Timothy had caught a glimpse of it. To them the little part that William accidentally exposed was too much.
David also noticed William. He burst into laughter, when he saw Timothy on his knees before William, and addressed him as the master. Timothy, put a halt to thy god-playing.
"Master? You mean to tell me that this kid was the one that my grandfather was talking about? He's back? Hahaha! Ridiculous!"
Had he been the man of fifty years ago, he would be buried in the ground by now. Posing in front of me? He's asking for trouble!"
William disregarded David Taylor and instead, he enquired whether the Taylor family had other children.
Timothy responded in a nervous manner, The Taylor family has another daughter other than David Taylor.
William arose gradually and remarked, "Well, as long as there are people to inherit it is all right.
Timothy at once comprehended what William meant. At that, these words were a death sentence to David Taylor.
What the hell are you prattling about? David Taylor was growing impatient and he raised an eyebrow, "Break the legs of that kid first, and show him how to talk to me correctly!
"Yes, young Master Taylor!"
Men under David Taylor were desperate and skillful men. To them killing an old man and a young lad, and, in particular, one as full of himself as William, was a mere nothing.
One of the burly men sneered and touched his throat with his hand.
William had his hands behind his back and he did not even seem like he intended to retaliate.
With a crunch.
The hand was less than three inches short of the neck of William. The man whom David Taylor was in charge of, appeared to be paralyzed, and did not move at all.
William stepped forward and the man who had been terrified changed in an instant into a wisp of black smoke and flew off, leaving not even a single hair behind him.
"You..." Pupils of David Taylor dilated, and his expression was full of astoundment. He retreated a few steps.
His men were also in uproar. Instead, the man who had reached out to him first disappeared without leaving a trace, and William had not made a move.
"It must be an illusion! Get him! Kill him!" Panicked David Taylor was able to give the order despite his fear.
The black men screamed and rushed upon William.
William stood still, looked at the company of men, and they all turned into black smoke and thinned out into the atmosphere.
"Who the hell are you? Are...are you even human?" David Taylor pulled out his gun, and pointed its black tip at William.
William looked at him without any expression, "In honor of your grandfather, I will allow you to have your complete corpse.
Bang!
David, feeling his emotions, pulled the trigger, sparks flying all over the barrel of the gun.
The bullet pierced the forehead of David Taylor in a weird manner, there was a spray of blood at the back of his head.
...
Beyond the mansion that was old, there were dozens of eyes staring at the house.
Timothy was shocked with the news of the forced entrance of David Taylor to his residence as a magnitude ten earthquake.
Did David Taylor really assault Mr. Hill?
"He's too arrogant! What is he trying to do?"
Notice the head of the family! hurry! David Taylor fired his gun!"
Word of David Taylor shooting Timothy Hill spread throughout the world as fast as possible.
Hundreds of power brokers were flustered yet they too had their own plans.
"The Taylors are rebelling? Hereafter are my Smith family and the Taylor family enemies! One such tycoon in one of the cities felt so angered by the news that he instructed his subordinates to attack the Taylor family.
Was it David Taylor who really killed Timothy? Then the world may be soon changing the balance of power!
The individual who made this statement was a heavyweight in the underworld as well. He took his wine, a peculiar smile on his face.
Five men, aged more than 50 years, met in the villa. The wealth of these five was nearly thirty percent of the global wealth. They were all formerly the servants of William, and now power brokers.
Were they not saying that the master came back? I am asking whether David Taylor fired this time... An aged gentleman in a suit was complicated, though he dared not complete his sentence.
"Daniel, what do you mean? Everything said, that in case the master returned, he would still be our master.
Hehe, doing him life long, doing him a generation? I have not a lot of years to live, yet what about my son, my grandson? Why must I give him all and all just because William was back?
It is half a century, have we not made what we have to-day alone?
Wait another minute, the news I had was that David Taylor fired a shot, I did not see Timothy and his corpse!
...
William left the mansion and stared at those who were peeking in. Those who were behind them did not stop David Taylor, what does that mean?
This might be nothing but a favor or a grudge over a cup of rice in the initial stages of the development but as this relationship progresses there might be a lot of complexities involved. This was the principle that William knew.
You Timothy, tell them, I will meet them tomorrow at the old house on East 62nd Street in upper east Manhattan, New York City. When William ended his speech his form became more and more indistinct, and in the very moment after that he was out of the doorway.
"How did he leave?"
"A god! He really is a god!"
Go and tell the head of the family! Suppress the news!"
The representatives of the different power brokers were shocked. The last outcome was self-explanatory, David Taylor never came out.
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