Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 358: 358: Mike Taylor’s Birthday Banquet

After that, they got into a car and slowly drove towards a relatively unoccupied house in the distance.

The car traveled for nearly half an hour before it finally arrived in front of this house.

The house wasn’t big, but it was heavily guarded.

At the entrance alone, there were three Grandmasters waiting.

“Master.” Seeing Mike Taylor, the two Grandmasters quickly bowed and saluted.

Mike Taylor waved his hand, leading Ethan Smith to the front door.

The door, fortified with a special material, was operated by facial recognition.

As Mike Taylor approached, the door slowly opened.

Then, a strong aroma of medicinal herbs instantly assailed their nostrils!

Ethan Smith took a deep breath, instantly feeling rejuvenated and refreshed!

Looking around, the house was filled with bottles of medicine!

“What… what is all this?” Ethan Smith couldn’t help but exclaim, looking at the whole warehouse full of herbs.

Mike Taylor calmly replied, “These are my collections over the years.”

“Collection?” Ethan Smith swallowed hard.

There are at least over a hundred herbs in this room, and each one is at least five hundred years old!

Compared to Mike Taylor’s warehouse, Chaim Tate couldn’t dare to call himself the King of Medicine!

“Do you like it?” Mike Taylor said, his hands behind his back.

Ethan Smith couldn’t help but exclaim, “Who wouldn’t like it?”

Mike Taylor glanced at Ethan Smith and said, “Well, here’s some news to shatter your hopes – the Blair family has even more.”

“In other words, Dexter Blair doesn’t have to worry about medical supplies.”

Ethan Smith had long figured these aristocratic families were resource-rich, but he never imagined the disparity would be that vast!

Even five hundred year-old herbs are overlooked, and thousand-year-old herbs are munched on like carrots!

How could an ordinary person make up for this difference?

“If someday you manage to defeat Dexter Blair, all these herbs are yours,” Mike Taylor said, his voice calm.

Ethan Smith couldn’t help but gasp.

He replied jokingly, “Really?”

“Of course,” Mike Taylor said.

“But I can’t give them to you now. These are all treasures. If Dexter Blair slaughters you, wouldn’t it all be wasted?” Mike Taylor muttered.

Ethan Smith: “…”

Seeing Ethan Smith’s expression, Mike Taylor casually took a herb and handed it to him.

“Here’s one for you, take it and go,” Mike Taylor waved.

Ethan Smith cleared his throat, accepted the herb, and bowed to say, “Thanks, Master Taylor, I’ll not be modest.”

They both left the warehouse, and the large warehouse door slowly closed behind them.

Over the next few days, Mike Taylor did not play chess with Ethan Smith. Instead, he was out all day, appearing to be quite busy.

Until this morning.

Mike Taylor was meticulously dressed, looking bright and full of life, not by any means resembling someone who was on his deathbed.

“Grandpa, why are you so spirited today?” Emily Taylor asked, somewhat surprised at his appearance.

Mike Taylor smirked, “I’m letting go of all my affairs today, we’re going to West Shore Manor.”

West Shore Manor was another one of Mike Taylor’s properties.

The manor was built on a mountain, and was mostly vacant.

“West Shore Manor? Grandpa, are we going to move there?” Emily asked.

Mike Taylor waved his hand and said mysteriously, “I want to celebrate my birthday early. Let’s go, everything is already arranged.”

The news of Mike Taylor’s birthday celebration had been circulating for a while. Still, Emily Taylor seemed to be unaware of it.

“Ethan Smith, you should come with me, too,” Mike Taylor glanced at Ethan Smith and said.

Ethan Smith nodded, “Okay.”

The three of them got in the car and headed towards West Shore Manor.

The mountain-top venue was already set up, and numerous luxury cars were parked around the large entranceway of the manor.

The hosts were yet to arrive, but those coming to wish a happy birthday had already begun pouring in.

Reily Blair and Dexter Blair arrived early and were waiting patiently.

During this time, numerous guests tried to network with them, but Reily Blair ignored all of them.

Their only aim was Mike Taylor.

During the journey, Emily Taylor nestled against Mike Taylor and said with a giggle, “Grandpa, you look unusually spirited today. You look at least ten years younger!”

Mike Taylor bellowed in laughter and replied, “Then I will dress like this every day!”

Seeing the two’s heartwarming state, Ethan Smith did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Because he recognized, despite Mike Taylor masking it with high spirits, his ailing health was evident.

Soon, the car arrived at West Shore Manor.

As soon as the car stopped, a swarm of people crowded around, waiting for Mike Taylor to exit.

“What are you dawdling for? Go open the door for Mike Taylor,” Reily Blair called from a distance, watching Dexter Blair coldly.

Dexter Blair nodded quickly and ran towards the car.

Using his Inner Strength, he cleared away the crowd in front of the car, then personally opened the door for Mike Taylor.

But as the door opened, the first one to come into view was not Mike Taylor, but Ethan Smith.