Chapter 357: Chapter 357 - Mysterious Invitation
After hearing Logan Sean’s words, the spark of hope I had just felt vanished instantly.
For a moment, I even found myself disgusted with Logan.
"I really don’t get why people like you always think you’re better than everyone else," I said, shaking my head.
"All these high and low, noble and lowly distinctions are your creation. We work our asses off our whole lives, and to you, we’re just a joke."
"Mr. Yan, honestly, I think you’re the one who’s laughable here. You treat people like slaves, but that doesn’t mean they’ll respect you."
I looked Logan straight in the eye, not backing down.
Logan’s expression slowly turned cold.
"Stubborn as hell," Logan said icily.
"I hate your so-called rebellious spirit."
I replied coolly, "And I hate your superior attitude just as much."
Our talks had failed.
This was my second round of negotiations with Logan, and we still got nowhere.
Our beliefs were completely opposite; no matter how many times we talked, the gap would only get wider.
For a conflict this big, it would only end when one side was gone.
Logan said coldly, "I was going to give you North Province Island. Looks like that’s not happening now."
I smirked, "Mr. Yan, like you told Ivan Abel, do I really need you to hand it to me?"
"Excellent! Excellent!" Logan laughed loudly.
"Mason, let’s see how long you can keep this up!"
I didn’t answer. I realized arguing with Logan was pointless.
The plane raced through the sky, soon touching down at the Sean family estate.
After getting off the plane, Logan kept his dark expression.
Mabel Sean rushed over, asking, "Mason, are you okay?"
I smiled and replied, "Don’t worry, Mr. Yan and I had a wonderful chat."
Hearing this, Logan snorted coldly again.
"Dad, if there’s nothing else, I’m leaving," Logan said, still annoyed.
"Wait," Jerry Sean called out.
"Logan, come with me. There’s something I need to talk to you about."
Logan couldn’t refuse Jerry, so he followed him upstairs.
——
In the study, only Jerry and Logan remained.
"Dad, what do you need?" Logan asked, sitting across from Jerry.
Jerry replied coldly, "Logan, I know everything about your dealings with the Johansson family."
Logan seemed unbothered, replying, "What’s wrong with that? The Sean-Johansson alliance is strong."
"Hmm," Jerry sighed.
"I didn’t call you here to argue, Logan. I just want to ask you something."
"Are you forcing Mabel to marry Vance Johansson?"
Logan was surprised, "Dad, why are you asking this suddenly?"
Jerry slowly stood up, turning his back to Logan. "I’m running out of time, Logan. I know once I’m gone, the Sean family will face tough times."
"I don’t want to see the Sean family fall apart."
"Dad, if you hand the Sean family over to me, why would it fall apart?" Logan protested, getting worked up.
"Under my leadership, the Sean family would only get stronger! I can’t understand why you insist on matching Mabel with that low-class nobody, Mason!"
"How is Vance Johansson worse than Mason? If you can’t stand Vance Johansson, there are plenty of successful young men in Capital City who are way better than Mason!"
Logan’s words were passionate; it seemed like he’d been holding these feelings for a long time.
Jerry stayed quiet for a moment.
He turned to face Logan, saying sternly, "Logan, don’t look down on the lower class. Your father came from there too."
"About Mason Raymond and Vance Johansson, you’re not wrong. But you missed something important: Mabel’s choice."
"Mabel likes Mason. Why would you force her to marry Vance?"
Logan snorted, "What does a young girl know about liking someone? How much is ’liking’ worth?"
Logan, raised in an aristocratic family, had been shaped by a philosophy of cold calculation.
In his view, everything in the world should give way to profit - even friends and family.
"Logan, there’s something I need to tell you," Jerry said, his tone suddenly serious.
"A great man once said the Sean family would only last fifty years."
"This year is the forty-seventh."
Logan laughed dismissively, "Dad, do you actually believe that stuff?"
Jerry ignored Logan’s words and continued, "He also said only Mason Raymond could save the Sean family. Otherwise, the Sean family would start declining in their fiftieth year and might even be destroyed."
The man he quoted was Mason Raymond’s father. Since all of the Sean family’s fortune came from him, Jerry believed every word he said.
However, Logan wasn’t Duane Sean and chose to ignore Jerry’s words.
"My destiny is in my own hands, not heaven’s," Logan smirked.
"And as for those bullshit big shots you mentioned, they’re worthless to me!"
"Dad, if there’s nothing else, I’m leaving."
Logan straightened up and walked out of the study.
After he left, Jerry sighed softly.
"Seems the Sean family’s disaster is unavoidable," he whispered to himself.
——
The next day, news came from North Province Island:
For various reasons, North Province Island had decided to temporarily shut down for reorganization, effective immediately; reopening date unknown.
The reason for the closure was shocking.
Looking around, there were hundreds of violations found on North Province Island!
When I saw the news, I sneered.
Logan was definitely forcing Ivan Abel to hand over North Province Island willingly.
"These so-called ’big shots’ are really something, not only stealing people’s stuff but expecting them to be grateful too," I mocked.
Sure enough, two days later, an announcement came:
North Province Island was officially taken over by the Taylors, reopening soon. Ivan Abel would continue running the island as general manager.
That meant Ivan Abel went from being the owner to becoming Logan’s employee.
That day, I was playing chess with Jerry Sean as usual.
Seeing the darkness spreading in the wrinkles on Jerry’s forehead, I felt more and more uneasy.
Jerry looked incredibly weak. Without medication, he might not even have the strength to stand.
After finishing the chess game, Jerry put down his piece.
He stood up and said, "Mason, come with me. I’ll take you somewhere."
"What?" I was surprised and asked, confused, "Where?"
Jerry replied lightly, "Don’t ask, just come along."
