The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine
/ The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine Chapter 170
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“I see that you're spouting rubbish again. Do you not care for your nose?” As soon as Eleanor Larson had finished her sentence, she heard Finn Taylor's voice.
Thinking about how viciously the latter had punched her the other day, Eleanor Larson quickly ran to hide in the house. Of course, that was useless.
She couldn't possibly hide forever. Was she going to disappear from this earth?
Nonetheless, what shocked Eleanor Larson even more was that Finn Taylor had only threatened her but hadn't done anything more.
She couldn't wrap her head around it and eventually decided that it was simply because this was her grandpa's residence. 'Finn Taylor personally killed Grandpa, so he's probably feeling guilty and doesn't want to go any further here.'
Unfortunately, she knew nothing about the drama awaiting her.
“Since we're all here, please have a seat. It's my first time hosting a meeting as the family head, so please forgive me if I make any blunders.” The moment Quince Larson opened his mouth, he made sure to emphasize his status as family head.
This meant that he had the greatest authority in the entire Larson family.
This meeting was different because all past meetings had been hosted by his grandpa. Even though his grandfather was biased toward him, he had had no choice but to let Yvette Larson speak up at times as well.
But now that Quince Larson was the family head, he could do as he pleased.
After everyone took their seats, he finally began: “This is my plan—we'll split the money into three portions. The first will be for our family's use; I'll safekeep it for now. The second will be for me. I'm the family head after all, and I need to host our guests and entertain others. I'm not greedy, so I'll leave the last portion for you guys to split amongst yourselves.”
Everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes when they heard Quince Larson talk about his 'selfless' plan. 'How could there be such shameless people in this world? He's taking two-thirds of the entire sum for himself, yet he dares to proclaim that he isn't greedy! Would he only be greedy if he took the entire sum for himself?'
Of course, everyone had something to say about Quince Larson's proposal.
Hilary Stone was the first. “I think we should let each family have an equal share.”
By the side, Eleanor Larson smiled. “Why should we split it based on families? Shouldn't we split it based on the number of people we have? This belongs to the Larson family, so it's only right that anyone who's not a Larson shouldn't get anything.”
Hilary Stone sneered. “You brat, who are you to fight with me? If I'm not a Larson, why is my name in the ancestral books then?”
Everyone's expressions stiffened at that.
Hilary Stone's name had been entered into their ancestral books twice. She had been kicked out once because of certain matters that were taboo in the family. But every time she encountered any problems, she would always bring it up shamelessly.
“Alright, stop arguing.” Quince Larson stepped forward to try to prevent a fight from breaking out.
This was his first time holding a family meeting. It would definitely be recorded in the ancestral books, and he didn't wish for the Larson family's descendants to think of him as a joke.
“Yvette Larson, I'm sure your family wants to have a say. Why don't you guys say something?” Quince Larson was sure that the key lay in Yvette Larson's family. As long as they didn't have any objections, he could suppress everyone else.
Finn Taylor sneered. “Quince Larson, do you really want me to say what I think?”
Quince Larson frowned. 'I asked Yvette Larson, not Finn Taylor. In fact, the latter never should've spoken up at the first family meeting I'm hosting. It's already degrading me by doing so. It'd be an absolute disgrace to me for a hundred years.'
But Finn Taylor had already started, and Quince Larson had no choice but to let the former continue. “Alright. As the family head, I'm willing to accept opinions from anyone in the family.”
Finn Taylor continued, “It's simple. Our family was the one who won all these gifts, so what do they have to do with you? I'm going to take them all with me later. What will you do about that?”
As expected, his words drew ire from everyone.
“What do you mean, Finn Taylor? You're making it sound as though everyone here is snatching what belongs to your family.”
He rebuked, “Am I wrong?”
Frederick Larson was rendered speechless by Finn Taylor's rebuttal.
“Finn Taylor, you're being ridiculous. Why don't you think about how you managed to win? It's all because we went out on an outing together! Since that's the case, the prize naturally belongs to the Larson family.”
Frederick Larson looked at the self-righteous Franklin Larson. “Do you mean that you'd hand over the prizes if you'd won too?”
The latter nodded seriously. “Of course.”
Finn Taylor nodded too. “Alright. We'll go to your house later and see what you've bought under the Larson family's name. You'd better hand them all over too.”
“You…” Franklin Larson was at a loss for words. 'I've taken too much from the family. Am I supposed to hand them all over?'
In fact, he had bought his house under the family's name. There was no way he was going to split it with the rest of the family.
“Finn Taylor, we're all adults. Don't be so childish. Why don't we invite the boss of that place over and ask him about it? The ticket was bought under the Larson family's name, but you were the one who won. In that case, should the prize belong to you or the Larson family?” Just then, Eleanor Larson proposed an interesting solution.
“Let me think about it. I think the boss of that place is Alexander Scott—the head of Seattle's Scott family. I'm sure he won't be biased since we're nobody to him. What do you think about that, Finn Taylor?” After giving it some thought, Quince Larson agreed to it too. He had even asked his cousin's husband a question.
Quince Larson knew Alexander Scott, and he was the one who had introduced the latter to Eleanor Larson.
He was confident of his victory, and so was Eleanor Larson. 'I've already climbed into Alexander Scott's bed. There is no way Alexander Scott would shortchange me.'
Yet, if the Larson family knew of Finn Taylor's relationship with Alexander Scott, they'd probably never dare to offend him in the future.
They each had their own secrets.
Finn Taylor was sneering inwardly. 'How could there be such stupid people in this world? I'm going to invite Alexander Scott here and use him to expose an even more shocking secret!'
Chapter end
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