Can't Win Me Back

In the main hall, Jonah, Silas, and the properly dressed Cyrus welcomed Victor and his second son into their home, with Mandy and Colene by their side.

“Jonah, Silas! You both seem to grow more handsome with each passing day! Oh, pardon me, I should address you as the president and the prosecutor now!”

“Mandy, is this your youngest son? I remember him being a mischievous and adorable little boy the last time we met. He has grown into such a handsome young man! What is he working as?” Victor Schmidt, the chairman of the Schmidt Group, exchanged hearty handshakes with all the Taylor siblings.

“I’m a policeman. I’m working in the Criminal Investigation Unit,” Cyrus answered.

“Oh, you joined the police force?” Victor’s eyes flickered with surprise. To him, being a police officer was one of the least desirable positions, given the comparatively low pay and the inherent risks associated with the job.

More importantly, the career progression was limited. The best Cyrus could do was to become a Superintendent in Chief, which paled in comparison to inheriting the family business.

“Yeah, that’s Cyrus for you,” Mandy said, looking somewhat embarrassed. In truth, Cyrus’ choice of profession had been a source of concern for her.

Out of all the wives, Mandy came from the wealthiest family. While she had no intention of competing for a share of the Taylor Group’s assets, she had been raised to place great importance on family honor.

Naturally, she had high expectations for her children and hoped they would excel in their chosen fields.

Unfortunately, Cyrus was pursuing a career in a different direction than the one she had hoped for. He was determined to be a police officer, deviating from the career path she had envisioned. This weighed heavily on her mind.

“Mandy, you shouldn’t underplay Cyrus’ achievements! He’s received several awards and solved major

cases at the young age of 27. He’s a source of pride for the Solana City Police Department,” Colene

chimed in.

“Yeah! He’s also the chief of the First Criminal Investigation Division in the city and the youngest in the

department’s history!” Silas added, not wanting the Schmidts to look down on his accomplished seventh

brother.

“Haha! He’s indeed young and successful!” Victor conceded.

Meanwhile, Cyrus was happy to receive praise from his family, even more so than when he received

“Victor! Gosh-” Winston approached the Schmidts with Lyla and Neil. He looked a little abashed. “I thought you had lost touch because of some health issues that needed attention.”

“Ah, the pot calling the kettle black!” Victor playfully ribbed Winston, stepping closer. “I invited horseback riding a few months back, and you turned me down, saying that you were busy.

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“You were always so eager about horseback riding, willing to drop anything to challenge me,” Winston quipped, a mischievous glint in his eye.

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“That’s an unnecessary concern. I’m still hardy!” Grinning naughtily, Winston remained as conceited at the ripe old age of 60. “When we’re both in a nursing home, I’ll be the one who pushes you around. Just wait!”

Everyone giggled at their playful banter, just like they had for years.

Victor had donned a sharp four-piece suit for the occasion, featuring a dark grey shirt paired with a refreshing silver-grey dotted tie.

To his disappointment, Winston had not opted for a suit. Instead, he sported a white athleisure outfit adorned with expensive embroidered patterns, looking casual and cool.

With no sign of grey hair or a hunched back, Winston looked the same as he had two decades ago, much to Victor’s chagrin.

Both men had always placed great importance on their appearance, diligently maintaining their wardrobes and skincare routines since their youth. They continued this friendly rivalry for two decades with no end in sight.