Neil''s question sent a sharp pang through Anthony''s heart. Theposed, aristocratic expression on his face nearly cracked.


    Neil sneered. "I don''t care if you''re the president or a king. Don''t you even dream of taking the Taylor brothers away from Mr. Winston. If you insist, then let''s settle this in court!


    "Putting aside the fact that you have no chance of winning, do you really think the Taylor brothers would acknowledge you as their father? I''d say they hate you to the core!"


    Those words struck a raw nerve. Anthony rose abruptly to his feet.


    At that moment, the study door was flung open, and an angry roar shattered the tension.


    "Who cares if you''re the king of a damn country? Stop dreaming! There''s no way we''re leaving with you!"


    Axel stormed in first, his temper zing. Ss and Liam followed close behind, with Jonah and Alyssa entering after them.


    Jasper, Julien, and the others remained outside. This was a family matter for the Taylors-something that had to be resolved behind closed doors.


    Too many outsiders would onlyplicate things. After all, they were dealing with royalty. Even though the royal family was from Kontina, they still had the power to cause trouble for the Taylors.


    If things escted, Winston himself could be put in danger.


    Seeing the situation, Ivan immediately stepped in front of Anthony to shield him. However, Anthony pushed him aside without expression. With his hands sped behind his back, he stood tall, calm andposed.


    Even so, his gaze flickered between Jonah and Ss, studying them closely. Jonah, in particr, was someone he had secretly kept tabs on all these years from Kontina. He knew Jonah was the eldest son of the Taylor family, which also meant he was Anthony''s firstborn.


    For generations, the royal family had held a deep-rooted obsession with the eldest son, believing him to be the most suitable heir to the throne.


    Beyond that, Jonah was exceptional. He was outstanding in every way and strikingly resembled Anthony in his youth. Setting aside matters of session, Anthony found himself deeply drawn to him. His visit today was not just for negotiation, but also to see Jonah with his own eyes.


    At this point, Neil began to panic. He hadn''t expected all four Taylor brothers to storm in.


    "I think all of you should step outside for now. Leave this to us—"


    "Mr. Benton, this old man is already trampling all over Dad. We can''t just stand by


    and do nothing. My brothers and I will protect him!"


    Ss stepped forward, ring coldly


    at Anthony. If we had known this


    was your intention, we wouldn''t have


    let you


    in, even if it meant


    barroading the doors. Out of respect


    for your status, I''ll say this


    once-please leave the way you


    came. Goodbye."


    Thinking of Yuliana''s precarious situation within the royal family, Liam''s eyes reddened instantly. "You are the king of Kontina, not Cyrris. We don''t answer to any monarchy, so don''t try to pressure us with your authority!"


    "How insolent!"


    Ivan shot Winston a furious re. "Mr. Winston, are these the sons you raised? He isn''t even fit to step through the gates of the royal pce!"


    Winston''s eyes turned bloodshot with rage, his chest heaving violently. He could endure insults directed at himself, but he would never tolerate anyone humiliating his children.


    At that moment, Alyssa stepped forward expressionlessly. Her posture was straight, her


    movements poised-every inch the elegant daughter of a powerfu family. Her beauty was striking,


    radiant enough to captivate anyone who looked at her. Contént belongs


    Ivan froze, utterly transfixed. He had seen countless princesses, noblewomen, and elite heiresses in his years serving the royal family, yet none possessed such breathtaking grace and presence.


    Alyssa stopped in front of him. Then, without hesitation, she raised her hand and pped him hard across the face.