The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine
/ The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine Chapter 228 – Ridiculous Boss
Chapter 228: Ridiculous Boss
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After settling the matter with Phoenix and Triton, Finn Taylor returned to San Francisco.
Because his wife had already known that he was returning, she had prepared a whole feast for him. Although Yvette Larson's culinary skills weren't superb, they weren't bad either.
Recently, she'd been working hard to improve her skills, and her meals were edible at the very least.
Of course, Yvette Larson had personally cooked the entire meal.
To Finn Taylor, nothing came close to this meal.
“Does it taste good?”
“It's delicious.” Finn Taylor smiled.
Just then, he received a call—it was from Ginger.
On the other end of the call, Ginger was crying for Finn Taylor to save him from a beating.
The latter simply ended the call. 'I've only returned today, but Ginger is already causing trouble for me. He must be doing this on purpose!'
“What's wrong?” Yvette Larson glanced at her husband, feeling that something was wrong.
“Nothing much. Just a lunatic kicking up a fuss. Oh right, did someone turn up at our house saying that he was a close friend of mine before I came back?”
Hearing that, Yvette Larson quickly nodded. “Yes, he said that his name was Ginger and that he's your close friend, so he wanted to visit me. I didn't recognize him, so I called Hunter Sullivan. Once he came, he beat Ginger up, and Ginger hasn't been back since.”
Finn Taylor nodded. He understood the situation now.
“You won't blame me for Hunter Sullivan ending the collaboration with you, will you?”
“Of course not, but I won't refuse if you want to let Hunter Sullivan collaborate with me again.”
“Oh, why?”
“I want to build a business empire through my own efforts. I want to be worthy of you.”
Many outsiders felt that Yvette Larson was the princess of the Larson family while Finn Taylor was simply a useless matrilocal son-in-law.
Everyone thought that Finn Taylor wasn't fit to be Yvette Larson's husband, but the latter knew full well just how big a difference lay between her and her husband.
The reason she was working so hard was to catch up to her husband. Her meeting with Chloe Yeats only strengthened her resolve.
She wasn't the slightest bit afraid that Finn Taylor would have a change of heart. She was simply worried that those around him would mock him because she couldn't even match up to those other women.
“Work hard.”
Finn Taylor took his time to finish the whole table's worth of dishes that his wife had cooked up. Then, he stood up in no hurry at all. “I'm going to check on that lunatic.”
'Lunatic? Who is Finn talking about?'
San Francisco, in an internet cafe.
Finn Taylor strolled in and headed straight for a room on the second floor. Once he kicked the door open, he spotted Ginger.
The latter's green head of hair was too striking.
“Bro, you're finally here! If you got here any later, you'd have had to collect my corpse instead!” Ginger wailed as he hugged Finn Taylor's leg.
“Is that so? Sigh, I should've arrived a little later then.”
Finn Taylor's words left Ginger and the rest of the men in the room at a loss for words.
“What are you guys trying to do here?”
“Come on. Tell us how much you're going to pay us to let him go.”
Finn Taylor shot a glance at Ginger and asked, “How much do you guys want?”
The other man stretched out three fingers. “30,000.”
“Can I ask what mistake he made?”
“We're a legitimate and legal internet cafe, but he came here to watch those kind of films. I can forget about that, but he ordered a drink and grabbed the waitress's ass when he walked over to deliver his order!”
Finn Taylor landed a vicious kick on Ginger. 'F*ck! You're a f*cking disgrace!'
“How about this? Which hand did he molest her with? You guys can chop it off, but you'll have to give me a discount of 10,000. How's that?”
The boss of the internet cafe was dumbfounded. 'Er… Did this fool make a mistake? Did he really call his boss? Why does it seem as though his boss is out to kill him?'
“No way. This 30,000 is to compensate this young lady for the mental trauma she faced, so we won't accept anything less.”
“Right, right. You're right, but I don't have that much money. What shall we do?”
The boss could no longer hold it in. “F*ck! Are you really his boss? Why don't you have 30,000?”
“Well, I do have 30,000. However, he's not worth that much.”
The boss finally understood the situation. 'That fool isn't worth much in his boss's eyes. If not for the fact that this fool is under him, he probably wouldn't even have bothered to come.'
“How much are you willing to give us then?” The boss could only make a compromise. There was no point in trying to fight the other.
Finn Taylor took out two 20-dollar bills. “40 dollars. Do you think that's enough? If it's not enough, I'll leave him here. You can beat him up as much as you want as long as you get revenge for that young lady. Make sure you don't kill him though.”
The boss of the internet cafe could no longer hold back his anger. 'I've been utterly humiliated!'
Picking up a glass bottle, he charged toward Finn Taylor.
“Hold on. I don't have 30,000, but I can take out a loan. Can I make a call?”
The boss couldn't help but feel that he'd met two absurd characters today. It was strange enough that the fool had been bold enough to do everything he had done here, but his boss was an even stranger character.
'Forget it.' He waved his hand in agreement.
To his surprise, Finn Taylor actually picked up his phone and made a call. “Hello, I'm at… Can you lend me 30,000? Don't be so petty. It's just 30,000. Yes, 30,000. Alright? Thank you so much. Please bring it over right away.”
Hearing Finn Taylor's words, the boss nearly burst out into laughter. “Are you really a boss? How did you even get any followers?”
“Well, it's quite complicated. I'm a chauffeur. A woman tried to hook me up, and this fool got into my car and insisted on calling me his boss when I asked her to scram.”
The boss was stupefied. 'So that's what it is. These two are really absurd.'
Just then, someone rushed up the stairs. “Boss, Andre Cavill is here.”
'Andre Cavill. F*ck!' The boss's face was filled with bewilderment. 'What's going on today? Why is Andre Cavill here? He's such a renowned figure in San Francisco!'
The boss rushed downstairs, only to see Andre Cavill standing at the door with a stack of cash. “Boss, why are you here?”
“Oh, my boss asked me to deliver 30,000 here for his lackey.”
'30,000? Why does that sound so familiar? Could it be…'
Seeing the other's expression, Andre Cavill had a sense of the situation. “Don't tell me that you provoked my boss?”
'F*ck!' The boss of the internet cafe was on the brink of tears. 'I've been played!'
Chapter end
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