The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Frida Cameron Visits Number One Pacific Heights

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Frida Cameron made her way into Number One Pacific Heights with her men. While this was nowhere near as grand or luxurious as the Taylor family's residence in Chicago, Frida Cameron was still taken aback.

She had always thought that the piece of trash would be staying in a dilapidated and rundown place. She had never expected him to be living in a villa!

As the old lady walked into Number One Pacific Heights, Yvette Larson was puzzled. “Who are you?”

Frida Cameron simply sat down as though she owned the house, and she took in her surroundings.

Finally, her gaze fell on Yvette Larson. “You must be Yvette Larson—that piece of trash's wife.”

Yvette Larson felt her heart leap in her chest. For some reason, this old lady in front of her evoked a sense of fear in her.

The aura she exuded was something Yvette Larson had never felt in her life. Not from her grandpa—Joseph Larson—not from the Sanders family, and not from even the Gold family.

They had never given her such a strong sense of oppression as this old lady did.

“If you're talking about Finn Taylor, then you're right. I'm his wife, but I hope that you can respect him. He's not a piece of trash.”

Frida Cameron's gaze chilled. “Other than him, you're the only one who dares to rebuke me. You guys make a good couple. Beat her up!”

A bodyguard dressed in black rushed up to Yvette Larson and landed a slap on her face without hesitation.

Crimson-red blood flowed down from the corners of her lips.

The resounding slap attracted the attention of the house's other three occupants. They were stunned by the sight before them.

Linda James was terribly protective of her daughter. “Who are you? What right do you have to hit my daughter?”

Frida Cameron's gaze shot over. “You must be the mother-in-law of that piece of trash. I heard that you always make things difficult for him. Not bad—I admire you.”

Linda James was still in a daze about what was going on, but from what she was hearing, it seemed like this old lady had a grudge against Finn Taylor. In fact, she even thought that the old lady was going to reward her for bullying her son-in-law.

Unfortunately, Linda James had forgotten all about how the men in front of her had just slapped her daughter. How could she expect anything from them?

“Slap her.” No sooner had Frida Cameron finished her sentence than Linda James got slapped.

Linda James was dumbfounded. 'Weren't they going to reward me? Why did I end up getting slapped?'

She flared up instantly. “How dare you guys hit me?”

That man in black grabbed hold of Linda James and roared, “The Old Madam rewarded you. Aren't you going to thank her?”

Linda James's face was filled with fury. 'They hit me, yet they expect me to be grateful for that? How could there be such unreasonable people in this world?'

Slap!

Yet another resounding slap landed on Linda James's cheek. This time, she felt as though her ears were ringing, and her whole body was trembling in discomfort.

“Aren't you going to thank her?”

Linda James naturally had no other choice since she was a weakling. She quickly uttered, “Thank you, Madam, for rewarding me.”

The old lady was delighted. 'This is indeed that piece of trash's family. They're no different from him—they're pieces of trash too. Maximus Brugel said that I made a wrong call, but who am I? I'm Frida Cameron. Does he really think that I'd make a wrong judgment?'

“Kneel down!” Frida Cameron glared at Yvette Larson condescendingly as though she was giving an imperial edict.

But Yvette Larson was not her mother. She was sure she had done nothing wrong, so she wasn't going to kneel just like that.

She didn't know who this old lady in front of her was, nor did she know about her grudge with her husband. However, she chose to trust him.

Seeing Yvette Larson's indifference, the old lady couldn't help furrowing her brows.

Two men in black then walked up to Yvette Larson and forcefully made her kneel by pressing her onto the ground.

“I thought that your bones were too stiff. It seems like you can kneel down too.”

But Yvette Larson was unfazed by Frida Cameron's mockery. “I kneel to my parents and also to the dead. I respect the dead very much, so why don't I kneel and kowtow to you too?”

Frida Cameron flared up at Yvette Larson's words. 'The latter cursed me! How dare she curse me?'

“Beat her up!” The old lady slammed her cane against the ground furiously.

The men in black rushed up and landed a few ferocious punches on Yvette Larson's stomach.

She lay on the groan limply, groaning in pain.

Frida Cameron was elated upon seeing Yvette Larson so lifeless. Her happiness was built on the latter's pain.

“Get that piece of trash here. I want him to see that his so-called power is nothing but a joke when compared to mine. I want him to know that he's nothing without the Taylor family. He won't be able to protect anyone without our family.”

Frida Cameron had gotten a little bored. She wanted to humiliate this family in front of Finn Taylor. It felt a little unexciting because she couldn't witness the pain on Finn Taylor's face.

'Along the way home, Finn had suddenly gone off to attend to some matters. From his expression, it looked like an important matter.' Yvette Larson didn't want to bother him. 'I'm not going to make a call to Finn—definitely not. I'd rather be beaten up by this old lady than make that call.'

Frida Cameron was fuming. 'Nobody has ever dared to go against me, but today, that piece of trash's wife has gone against me more than once. I'm going to make this woman die a pitiful death.'

“Beat her up!” Frida Cameron ordered once again.

However, Wendy Jensen suddenly spoke up. “Stop.”

Frida Cameron glared at her daughter-in-law. “What, do you want to go against me too?”

“Mom, have you ever thought about something? He's back in San Francisco, but why isn't he at home?”

Frida Cameron was no fool.

In fact, she was quite sharp and astute. Otherwise, she never would've been able to helm the entire Taylor family after her husband's death.

“Donovan—he must've gone to look for Donovan.”

“Mom, if I'm not wrong, he probably has Donovan right now. If you kill his wife, Donovan will be in danger.”

The old lady naturally didn't dare to fool around when it came to the safety of her precious grandson. Thus, she turned her gaze to Linda James. “Beat her up then. That woman always bullies that piece of trash, so he probably won't kill my grandson just for her sake.”

Linda James was spineless. The minute she heard that they were going to beat her up, she immediately exclaimed, “Are you guys looking for Finn Taylor? I'll call him for you. Don't hit me!”

In an instant, both Frida Cameron and Wendy Jensen were stunned. Neither of them had ever seen such a weak-kneed person in their life.

Linda James picked up her phone and immediately made a call to her son-in-law. “You idiot, where are you? Who did you offend? Do you know I'm going to get beaten to death? You'd better hurry back!”

Feeling the rage on the other end of the call, Finn Taylor's eyes were filled with fire too. He could already guess who was paying his family a visit. 'Frida Cameron—that stupid b*tch came all the way to San Francisco for her precious grandson!'

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