The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine Chapter 147

Chapter 147: On Whose Account?

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Quince Larson hadn't even managed to settle the matter before Finn Taylor barged in. Naturally, the former felt that the latter was here to make a joke out of him.

Of course, Finn Taylor didn't even spare Quince Larson a glance. He looked at the director and asked, “Is there a patient by the name of Joseph Larson who needs to move out of his ward?”

The director rolled his eyes. “What's wrong with your family? Didn't I just tell you that you need to move out? Why are you guys coming to look for me one after another?”

Finn Taylor looked at the director. “A call.”

He passed the director his phone.

The latter was about to refuse, but he stole a glance at the contact info. It was Carl Gillies—the president of San Francisco's chess association!

‘Could it really be him?' Because he had no clue whether it was really him, the director chose to pick up the call..

“Director Kleine, please do me a favor. The young man who passed you the phone is a good friend of mine.”

Director Kleine's face drained of all color, and he said, “Mr. Gillies, I'm in a tough spot. The person from Chicago is an important client—he requested for that ward.”

“Director Kleine, can you tell who I am?”

“Third Master Gold?”

“That's right. This young man is my friend too.”

By then, the director had already stood up from his chair. Perhaps he could still consider himself to be of the same generation as Carl Gillies, but Third Master Gold of Chicago was a senior to him. “Third Master Gold, it's really difficult for me to do this. But since you're the one asking, I'll do it for your sake.”

After hanging up the phone, the director handed the phone back to Finn Taylor. “I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't know that you were friends with Third Master Gold. You don't have to move out of the ward. The Old Master is old, and I'll arrange for the best doctors here to treat him.”

Finn Taylor nodded and thanked the director. He then left the director's office.

Quince Larson—who was still in the office—felt terribly awkward. ‘Finn Taylor resolved what I couldn't with just a phone call. Doesn't that mean that I can't even compare to Finn Taylor?'

When Quince Larson returned to the rest of the family, everyone was curious about what had happened.

The temporary family head simply told everyone that he had settled the matter.

Everyone was overwhelmed with emotions. “As expected of Quince—he really deserves to be the head of our family. Look at how capable he is; he managed to solve the matter so easily.”

“That's right. Just look at the Larson family's status—even the Sullivan family of New York and the Gold family of Chicago can't wait to work with us.”

The collaboration between the Gold family and Larson family had begun. It was clearly because the Larson family was afraid of San Francisco's other prominent families targeting them that they had begged the Gold family for a collaboration.

But now, they had flipped the entire situation around. It sounded as though the Gold family couldn't wait to work with them.

The Larson family thought the best of themselves, and that was why they were still so unsuccessful to this day.

“You're all too kind with your words. It wasn't Quince's credit alone—it's because of all our efforts in making the Larson family a top-tier family in San Francisco that the director agreed to our request.”

Just like that, the Larson family continued praising and hyping each other up.

The director walked over just then, wanting to let them know that they wouldn't need to move out of the ward.

What he heard was the Larson family putting down the Gold family.

In an instant, the director lost his cool. “Do you think I allowed you to stay in this ward because of your family's name? Who are you? Do you think you deserve my respect?”

The director's fierce stance stunned the entire Larson family. ‘What's going on? Do you mean that the director didn't give in to us because he was afraid of our family?'

“Who are you? What do you mean?”

“I'm the director of this hospital. What I'm saying is that your Larson family doesn't have any right to bargain with me. If not for Third Master Gold, do you think I'd let you have this ward?”

‘Third Master Gold?' The Larson family glanced at each other. ‘There is only one person in the entire Larson family who can use Third Master Gold's name—the useless matrilocal son-in-law, Finn Taylor.'

However, nobody in the Larson family was willing to admit to that.

Just then, Finn Taylor walked over with a basket of fruits. He placed it in the ward, instructing the caretaker to cut them up for any visitors. He even told the caretaker to give Yvette Larson a call if anything happened.

With that, he walked out of the ward and up to the director. “Mr. Kleine, I'm sorry for causing you trouble.”

“It's no trouble at all. You're the Third Master's friend, so you're my friend too. You don't have to thank me for such a trivial matter.”

Finn Taylor nodded and said to his wife, “It's settled. Let's go home.”

He didn't say a word to the Larson family.

That infuriated them. ‘Since when did this piece of trash start ignoring us? We have to reason it out with him, but it'll be embarrassing if that director puts us down again.'

As Finn Taylor drove home, his spouse looked at him. “Your relationship with the Gold family seems to be improving. They're even interfering in our family's private matters now.”

Yvette Larson had thought long and hard about this over the past few days. As a woman, she was sure that Kimberly Gold liked her husband, but she didn't know whether her husband liked Kimberly Gold too.

What she was afraid of was the Gold family slowly interfering in the Larson family's private matters.

“Come on. I'll bring you for a meal.” Instead of answering her question, he changed the topic of their conversation.

Yvette Larson was stumped. “What are we eating?”

“I recently found a restaurant that makes mean barbecued ribs. Unfortunately, their recipe is a little strange.”

“What do you mean?”

“Forget that there aren't any bones in their ribs, but they don't add any sugar to their ribs either.”

Yvette Larson was confused for a moment, but she finally understood what her husband meant. He was trying to say that she was being jealous for nothing.

“Yvette, it's just business between the Gold family and me. As for Kimberly Gold, she's just a young brat. You don't have to worry about her.”

Yvette Larson huffed but remained silent. However, her mood had obviously improved compared to the previous week.

Still, Finn Taylor brought his wife to that restaurant and ordered vinegared ribs without any sugar.

“Master, is that person we're going against talented at chess?”

Two women had just touched down at San Francisco's airport, and they caught the attention of everyone.

It wasn't just the men who were staring at them. Even women had their eyes fixed on these two women.

They were none other than Jessica Daimler and Megan Daimler.

Chapter end

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