Chapter 532
Michael was on the floor,pletely paralyzed with fear. When he heard this, h e nearly peed his
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pants. Cold sweat began t o trickle down his body.
Although Ivan and Neil had also stepped forward to confront her, he had spoken with the most bite and
even did his happy dance in an attempt to mock her. It seemed that he had truly pissed this Goddess of
War off.
"Goddess of War, pl-please, have mercy on me. I didn''t know you were a Goddess of War. I..."
Michael kneeled on the floor and began to kowtow to her, but it seemed that he quickly thought of
something and pointed a t Ivan instead. "I was just listening to Ivan and the rest. They said that Fane
was leeching off a rich woman,” he said." They’ve led me astray! I''m innocent!”
Ivan never thought that Michael would think of dragging him down to hell. He was suddenly ovee
with anger and a wave of panic.
He clenched his teeth and took two steps forward, ring viciously at Michael." Young Master Wilson,
we''re good friends, aren''t we? How can you use me of something like that? Who was the one who
said he wanted to see the rich woman''s true colors? Who was the one who said that she had a secret
affair? And who was the only who refused to listen, but remained arrogant and stubborn?"
"Hmph. Not another word from you!" Michael harrumphed coldly. "Don''t tell me you didn''t call her a rich
hag as well?"
He was determined to drag Ivan down with him.
He was well aware that his death was certain if he did not drag Ivan along with him-even if he did not
die, he would probably be handicapped for life.
It was useless to drag Neil or Ken along.
Ivan, however, was different—he was the young master of the Taylor family, the only son. There was no
way the Goddess of War would dare kill him.
It was Old Man Taylor''s birthday-his 70th. No way a Goddess of War would dare kill his grandson
during his birthday.
"I-I did call her a rich hag but I just wanted to prove that she was wealthy. My intentions were
Ivan resorted to sophistry but in reality, his heart was pounding in terror.
After all, if Skyler and the others had not referred to her as ‘Goddess of War'' earlier, h e probably would
have gone ahead and scolded her for being so shameless.
Lana wanted tough at the sight of these two idiots going at each other’s throats.
However, after she thought about it, she turned towards Fane and said, "Fane, tell m e. How should I
settle this? It''s Old Man Taylor''s birthday today, after all. It wouldn''t be a wise idea to spill blood here. I
should probably just spare the pig’s life!"
She added, "However, he has sullied both our names by iming that you were leeching off of me. It
doesn’t only affect my reputation-it affects yours as well, and it could''ve sowed discord between you
and your wife. So, you make the call.”
Ivan rxed his breath when he heard that Fane was to make the final decision. It seemed that this
Goddess of War had no intention of pressing the issue any further.
Besides, Fane was the Taylors'' son-inw, and the Taylors were somewhat rted to the Wilsons.
Theoretically, Fane should be calling him ''Cousin'', so he could not afford t o not spare his reputation
and press him o n this matter. Right?
"Th-thank you, Goddess of War!"
Michael breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was not going to die. Then, h e looked at Fane.
"Brother Fane, we''ve known each other for quite some time now. Please go easy on me!" he said.
"Besides, it’s Old Man Taylor’s birthday today, and I’m his esteemed guest. I came over to celebrate.
Don’t tell me you want to trouble me instead?''
Fane gave a dry smile. "That''s right. You’re an esteemed guest, and it’s Grandfather''s birthday today.
So I really can''t trouble you all that much!"
Michael was even more ted. It seemed that Fane was not an idiot after all, being aware that he was
a young master of a second-ss aristocratic family and not daring to lift a finger against him. That was
why he would definitely only receive a small punishmentter.