Mr. Miller was also known as Connor Miller.

Of course, Michael Sinclair was a nobody to him. While Michael Sinclair was a show-off, he was just from a second-tier family in New York.

Moreover, he wasn't even the Sinclair family head; he was just the family's eldest son. Although he had bragged about it, the truth was that the Sinclair family had only gotten a chance to interact with the Walker family because they had begged their grandparents.

But who knew if they would be able to score that deal?

In fact, the Walker family was still below the Terre family. Although there were four major families, there was a vast gap between them.

For example, the Bowie family couldn't even compare to the White family.

Connor Miller didn't even spare Michael Sinclair a glance and only chatted with Finn Taylor. "It was such a loss to Pierre Terre that you left the Terre family."

Connor Miller hadn't said much, but Michael Sinclair was visibly shaken.

Based on what the former had said, Finn Taylor knew the Terre family head, Pierre Terre.

"He was young and wild and thought that he could take everything under his control. He thought nothing of others, and he managed to take charge of the entire White family in three months. If not for his father's friendship with the Terre family, do you think the latter would still be around today?"

Michael Sinclair understood nothing about what Finn Taylor was talking about. However, he thought about something his father had casually mentioned to him: The Terre family had once been the most powerful family in New York. However, the Terre family head—Pierre Terre—had a fiery temper.

Yet, nobody in New York could do anything about him because of his family background.

But just then, another family rose up suddenly. In just three months, that family rose up and took over the Terre family's position as the most powerful family in the city, and that family was none other than the White family.

'From what Finn Taylor said, he raised the White family. But how is that possible? Isn't he just a useless matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family? Who's he to have such great power to be able to calm the raging storms?'

"Forget it. After I left the Terre family, Pierre Terre came to look for me several times, but I refused to return. There are some relationships that can never be mended."

The Terre family from New York's four major families seemed to be high and mighty, yet Finn Taylor had casually helped to raise them when he had trained in New York at the tender age of 14.

It was just a pity that two consecutive family heads lived short lives and that the third—Pierre Terre—was slightly rebellious.

Because he had become the Terre family head, he had no fear of Finn Taylor. As such, the latter had simply raised another family—the White family—to suppress the Terre family.

With that done, Finn Taylor disappeared from the picture completely, never interfering in the White family's affairs ever again.

At the tender age of 14, he had gotten himself involved in New York's business world.

Finn Taylor was a prodigious tactician, and nobody even came close. It was during that period that he got to know Connor Miller, the Terre family's chef.

Finn Taylor had an eye for picking out people, and he could tell right away that Connor Miller was teachable. As such, he quickly started teaching the latter culinary skills.

Using potatoes as generals and salt and sugar as soldiers, Finn Taylor imparted a great deal of tactical knowledge to Connor Miller. In the end, the latter became Pierre Terre's teacher.

After Pierre Terre took over the Terre family's helm, it was Connor Miller who guided the former as other families tried to take down the Terre family.

Unfortunately, Pierre Terre ruthlessly forced Connor Miller out of the family. Then, the latter had found himself a job in a restaurant as a chef.

While Finn Taylor and Connor Miller chatted unceasingly without missing a beat, none of the others present understood anything they were saying.

Although Michael Sinclair couldn't understand most of the conversation, he had caught some bits and pieces of it. Thinking about how it had been these two people who had orchestrated all those events, he was horrified.

Nobody in the room even dared to take a deep breath.

Finally, the duo was done with their chat. It was only then that they seemed to have thought of Michael Sinclair and the rest.

"Michael Sinclair, you have such an interesting wife." Finn Taylor glanced at him from the corner of his eye and then said, "Choose between your wife and the Sinclair family. You can only have one."

Finn Taylor wasn't threatening Michael Sinclair. He was simply letting the latter know of this.

If this had happened in the past, Michael Sinclair would've been sure that the former was simply bragging. After all, he was just a useless matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family. But now that he had seen just how close he was with Connor Miller and had heard the conversation between them, he didn't dare to doubt the former any longer.

He stood up and took hesitant steps up to Annie Fraser, his face ashen.

Annie Fraser could feel only coldness from her husband. She was afraid—terrified, in fact. "Michael Sinclair, I'm your wife. What are you going to do to me? He's just a piece of trash. Are you really going to do as he says?"

Michael Sinclair gave no care to what she was saying and simply picked up a chair, viciously smashing it on her head.

Blood flowed down the latter's face.

Annie Fraser's mind went blank, and she dropped onto the ground. However, she was still conscious. With blood in her mouth, she stuttered, "W-why? Why are you helping that b*tch, Yvette Larson?"

The moment Annie Fraser uttered those words, Michael Sinclair shut his eyes. 'Although I had exerted my strength earlier, I had aimed for her forehead. Annie's injury looks serious, but it isn't fatal. Unfortunately, this woman has a death wish. We've already gotten to this situation, yet she still dares to call Yvette Larson a b*tch! Now, there is only death awaiting her.'

When Michael Sinclair opened his eyes, his gaze was like a dark hole.

He aimed the leg of the chair right at Annie Fraser's temple.

Psst!

Blood slowly flowed out—Annie Fraser was dead.

She had died because of her arrogance and contempt for others. She had thought that she could do as she wished with the Sinclair family backing her.

Unfortunately, there was always someone greater.

"Michael Sinclair, I heard that there's someone named Heather Larson in your company."

Michael Sinclair gave it some thought and nodded. "Yes, yes. We do have someone named Heather Larson in our company."

As he said that, he suddenly thought of how Finn Taylor's wife was named Yvette Larson. 'Could they be sisters?'

"Yes, she's my wife's elder sister. You must help us to take good care of her," said Finn Taylor blandly.

However, Michael Sinclair was confused as to what the former meant by that.

Then, Finn Taylor continued and explained himself. "Heather Larson is a social butterfly and is a promiscuous woman. You must help her to find some capable people."