Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1519

"Hello, Mr. Haywell Senior," Taylor greeted respectfully. "Wishing you many more years of good health and may all your dreams come true."

Claude glanced up, studying Taylor's face intently, but failed to recognize him. "Who are you?"

"I'm Taylor Xander, the general manager of Xander Group. It's a pleasure to be here to celebrate your birthday," he replied, adopting a humble tone.

Aware of his advancing age, Claude realized that his memory was not as sharp as it once was. If he became overly concerned with minor details, how could he expect to effectively run a company of that magnitude?

"Grandpa," Helen called out as she hurried outside.

The moment Taylor spotted her, he understood why he had received the invitation. They exchanged glances, each offering a subtle nod—a silent acknowledgment.

"Do you two know each other?" Claude asked, regarding Taylor with suspicion. He wondered if this was the grandson-in-law that "Kaylee" had kept hidden.

"I mentioned earlier that I was working on a novel. This is Mr. Taylor Xander, my new boss at the publishing company. He's a wonderful person," Helen clarified.

"Your new boss?" Claude replied, shooting Taylor a disdainful look. After sizing him up, he boldly asked, "If I invest a billion dollars, can I become a shareholder in Xander Group?"

"Excuse me?" Taylor was taken aback—were all writers this wealthy?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xander, my grandfather is just joking," Helen said, gently tugging at Claude's sleeve. "Grandpa, can you please tone it down?"

"You can't blame me! Who told you to write a novel all on your own? I could have had your uncle establish a company just for publishing your work! You could have been part of the family business, you know!" Claude said, exasperation evident on his face.

He shot a sideways glance at Taylor, clearly unimpressed. "If you want to write, go for it; but if not, no one should pressure you. Venturing out? That's a mistake. What if you end up with a ruthless boss who exploits you? I wouldn't be able to bear the heartache."

Taylor finally caught on to Claude's subtle warning. He raised an eyebrow and forced a smile. "Wow, Mr. Haywell Senior, you certainly have a unique sense of humor…"

It turned out his idol had numerous influential connections. Maybe he really wasn't worthy of her after all.

Claude smiled faintly, deciding not to press the matter. It seemed his granddaughter was finally beginning to see things more clearly.

Just then, a sudden voice broke the harmonious atmosphere.

"Kay."

As Claude looked up, his brow immediately furrowed in disbelief. He couldn't believe this brat had the nerve to show up.

Initially, Claude had planned to instruct security to block him from entering, but he feared "Kaylee" would insist on bringing him along. Worried about missing the chance to see her, Claude had opted against taking action.

Now, it appeared his hesitation had backfired.

The man strode confidently toward them and said to Helen, "It's so great to see you, Kay! I've been waiting for you to come back!"