Chapter 603 Ch602 ‘The Truth’ Part 2

Chapter 603 Ch.602 ‘The Truth’ 2

Randolph certainly wouldn’t take it seriously—he meant some of the links.

A particularly simple thing.

If it was really his mother, Jocelyn Cavendish, who did such an indecent thing and diverted the good fortune of her own family—why didn’t Bethany Cavendish and Jeff Cavendish dare to say a word all these years?

If it was really the Taylor family’s fault…

Based on Randolph’s understanding of these people, they would have blown trumpets and beat drums, come all the way from Portie to London, block Taylor’s door, and ‘publicize’ it—without 100,000 pounds, they would never shut up.

However… was there?

No.

This proves that Hayon is talking nonsense.

"…At least, you should know the investments made by the Cavendish family over the years." Hayon took a deep breath: "We have never been successful in business, and it's not all because of our ability."

Randolph replied: "This 'all' is used very well, Miss Hayon."

Hayon:...

"There is a force that prevents us from succeeding, or in other words, the possibility of our 'success' has been transferred to Taylor by the ritual. Do you admit this?"

Randolph shrugged: "Maybe you have had bad luck in the past few years, maybe it will get better in a few years?"

Hayon had no choice but to 'produce' the real evidence.

"When I became a ritualist like Jocelyn Cavendish, I spent several years deciphering the texts and records she left behind..." The woman said: "I found a special ritual."

Hayon said.

It was a ritual called "Good Luck".

The caster needs to use a child with both his and the other's blood as a bridge to transfer the "fortune" of the other half's bloodline - in simple terms:

If Jocelyn Cavendish wants to take away Bellos Taylor's good fortune, then she must have a child with him.

This child has the blood of both parties and can be regarded as a "bridge".

Fortune will be transferred to each other through it.

A and B are unrelated, but (AB) as the offspring of the two can become a bridge.

That's why Bethany Cavendish is so eager to match him with Hayon - Randolph suddenly realized that the whole thing makes sense.

"So, you want to have a baby with me, in order to take back what Cavendish lost... what do I call it? Good luck?"

Hayon nodded slightly: "This is about my mysterious path, Mr. Taylor. Cavendish is not greedy - at least for me, the power of the secular world is not as attractive as the other world to me... I just want to take back what the Cavendish family lost, and I don't need Taylor to pay more."

"We should both return to the original track of our destiny."

She became more and more excited as she spoke, and finally made Randolph understand the source of the pride in her words.

Taylor's success was entirely due to the contribution of the Cavendish family.

Randolph could guess how dissatisfied and arrogant he would be if this happened to him.

"But there is still no evidence, Miss Hayon. I can't listen to you talk a few words and then step into an unknown ceremony in person - I am not a ritualist, but I know your methods to some extent."

Randolph leaned back, and the shadow on his face continued to expand.

"Besides, even if this is true... why should I listen to you? Miss Hayon, I am a businessman."

Because I am a ritualist of the "Great Vortex", my mentor is the Four Rings, because I have the support of Cavendish, Haldane and most of the business tycoons in Port Port, because...

These "becauses" prepared by Hayon were softened by sweat after her mentor left in a hurry, flowed into her neck and ravines, and simmered into an annoying and sour smell of inaction.

She withdrew her eyes from Randolph's face and waved to the young man who was stroking the "sheep" on the side.

"...Mr. Collins."

"Miss Hayon?"

"I think you can say something fair. No matter what the reason for this ritual, it is the stupidity left by our parents. As a ritualist who has successfully embarked on the mysterious road, you should understand my difficulties..."

She adjusted her sitting posture.

Hayon is indeed a beauty, and at this moment, there is an unshakable determination on her face.

She can't lose her bright future because of this stupid ritual.

As for...

Fair words?

Roland suddenly found that the always vague outline gradually became clear in the light.

She was like a brown agate reflecting noble and bright light, and the brilliance also expanded her face, condensing into a long ladder under her feet, supporting the cold saint into the mud, turning from looking down to looking straight, and finally, turning into an intimate whisper.

She showed Roland another side of herself, another side that shocked people, as if the previous arrogance was just a fantasy that confused poor and inferior creatures, and the one hidden in the shell was the real, gentle and dazzling soul.

The huge brown gem brooch buckled the collar on her neck, just like her eyes, shining with sincerity.

"What 'fair words' do you want me to say, Miss Hayon."

Claudia Hayon Cavendish was like a statue that came to life, becoming so soft and approachable.

She looked at Roland, just like a prostitute looking at a pervert and a scoundrel, and finally put herself on the same level.

Roland even heard a hint of humility in her voice, like smoke and mist.

"We are all ritualists, Mr. Collins. We are the same kind of people."

She really thought of Roland that way.

As for Randolph, it is another 'species' - whether he is a ritualist or not, in Hayan's eyes, it is very different.

"I respect the strong, and every part of it. You see, everything I rely on tells me they are powerless - so can you be fair. Cavendish has suffered a lot over the years, Even if my father and my aunt are not so lovable..."

Hayan glanced at Randolph who nodded silently.

"...But we have the same blood. Just like Mr. Randolph Taylor always lends a helping hand to my stupid father..."

"I hope we can solve this problem so that we don't owe each other anything and face each other's true destiny - am I wrong about this?"

After she finished speaking to Roland, she turned to Randolph.

"You are a businessman, let me speak in the words of a businessman. Randolph Taylor, I can pay you a rare thing and tell you a secret about your bloodline - Cavendish has failed and fallen into your hands. Trap. Do you really want to watch your aunt and uncle die?"

Randolph nodded his chin with amusement on his face.

This woman is not extremely stupid.

"Tyler has no need for 'luck' any more. But Cavendish is different. You have given a thing you didn't have to, and got a wonder and a secret - for our name's sake, Mr. Taylor, for our name's sake." For the sake of blood."

This woman's style is completely in line with the ideals of her faction.

But Roland still had doubts.

'Luck', 'luck', and 'good luck' are not too 'ethereal' in the eyes of ritualists who see mysteries in sight - they, like 'influence', can be used to perform certain rituals and make sacrifices. sacrifice…

But.

‘Transfer’ fortune?

Think about it.

Think about it.

Could such a terrifying and unconventional ritual really exist?