The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine
/ The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine Chapter 271 – Turmoil at the Studio
Chapter 271: Turmoil at the Studio
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“About that… Stop for a moment.”
Finn Taylor spotted his wife's discomfort right away. He knew that the latter was trying her best, but she'd never been exposed to such topics in her life. Besides, the company had suddenly grown overnight.
It was impossible for her to accept and understand everything at once.
“Bring David Sullivan over,” Finn Taylor instructed the employee.
The latter was stunned for a moment. 'David Sullivan is the most brilliant among the new employees. Finn Taylor actually knows him by name!'
The man in question was very quickly brought over, and he bowed respectfully to Finn Taylor. “Did you call for me, Mr. Taylor?”
“Yes, you'll be in charge of the company matters from now on.”
“Alright, Mr. Taylor.”
“You don't have to read these reports out to us anymore. Look for David Sullivan if you need anything.” Finn Taylor then chased everyone out of his wife's office.
Only when the couple was left alone in the office did Yvette Larson look at her spouse in embarrassment. “Finn, am I very useless? I can't even handle these things alone.”
Finn Taylor chuckled and asked, “Do you have wings?”
“No.”
“Do you have supersonic legs?”
“No.”
“Do you have gills?”
“No, why?”
“That's right. You might not have wings, but you can fly thanks to airplanes. You might not have supersonic legs, but you can speed over 100 miles per hour thanks to cars. You might not have gills, but you can cross rivers and seas thanks to boats. You have to change your mindset—as the company grows, there will be many more businesses involved. There's no way you'll be able to deal with everything yourself. You'll need others to help you manage the company. The only thing you need to do is to manage those people well,” Finn Taylor patiently advised his wife.
“Is David Sullivan really that impressive?”
“You can take a look at his resumé.”
With that, Yvette Larson quickly searched up David Sullivan's resumé on the company's intranet.
He had first joined the Sullivan Corporation of New York in 2003. Within a year, he had been promoted to a managerial position because of his outstanding performance. He had then been promoted to Deputy CEO within another year.
Less than three months after that, the board of directors had unanimously voted him into the position of CEO after the previous CEO stepped down. After taking over the company, he'd doubled the company's revenue within a year!
Yvette Larson couldn't help but marvel at that. 'He's really amazing! David Sullivan did what others would never be able to do in only three years!'
“His surname is Sullivan too. Is he Hunter Sullivan's relative?” Yvette Larson couldn't help but wonder if he had any relation to Hunter Sullivan. If he didn't, this man had to be truly outstanding to make such a huge career progression in such a short span of time.
“No, he isn't, but so what even if he was? Do you mean that one shouldn't help relatives out even if they're brilliant to begin with? I'm sure you can search the Sullivan Corporation's revenue up. Do you think that David Sullivan isn't worthy of being the CEO?”
Yvette Larson didn't know how to refute that.
Finn Taylor was right.
“Does that mean that I can leave the running of the company to him in the future?”
“Aren't you afraid that he'll get too ambitious and want the company for himself?”
“Weren't you the one who recommended him for this job?”
“Yes, but can I ensure that he won't get overly ambitious?”
“What should I do then?”
“Find at least three other employees who can compete with David Sullivan and promote them to the position of Deputy CEO. Tell them that they'll immediately be made CEO if they find anything wrong with David Sullivan.” Although Finn Taylor was sure that David Sullivan was part of Peregrine Hall and wouldn't betray him, he still said so because he wanted his wife to have something to do. That way, she wouldn't feel as though she was just a useless figurehead.
Besides, he could use this opportunity to train her!
The next day.
Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson set off to find Jamie Little to express their gratitude, as well as to take a look at their photos. Although they hadn't managed to complete the shoot on Cupid Island, they had gotten quite a substantial number of photos.
They had hired Jamie Little to take 1,000 photos—an average couple wouldn't even take 100.
In those few days, they had shot over 300 photos, which was more than sufficient.
Jamie Little's studio was decorated in a vintage style, which made Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson feel right at home.
As the couple entered, Jamie Little was in the midst of developing some photos.
“You're here.” She put down what she was working on and walked over. “Oh, what did you guys bring?”
Finn Taylor felt a little sorry toward the other because she had gotten injured for their sake. Although he had already instructed Hunter Sullivan to compensate her monetarily, Finn Taylor had still chosen to buy her some additional tonics.
“Where are the photos?” Finn Taylor wasn't a wishy-washy person, and he simply shied away from the topic.
“The photos are here. You guys can look through them and pick out a few,” said Jamie Little as she brought a tablet over. She opened an album and handed the tablet to Yvette Larson. “Just favorite the ones that you guys like best.”
With that, Yvette Larson dragged her husband aside.
She liked every photo that they had taken. “Wow, this is tough. I like every single one. What shall we do?”
“Why don't we choose all of them?” Finn Taylor didn't know much about such things.
“That's ridiculous. Who has so many wedding photos?”
“Take your time then.”
As the couple browsed through the photos, Jamie Little headed back to develop her photos.
Right then, a group of men walked into the studio.
Jamie Little glanced at them nervously. “I really don't have any money. Can't you give me a few more days?”
“A few more days? You were the one who wrote this. Are you going to go back on your word?”
“But I only borrowed 7,000 dollars. I've already returned you 30,000 dollars, and you're still asking for 70,000 dollars. Don't you think you're going against the law?”
“Against the law? Miss, you'd better watch your words. I don't mind letting you taste blood.”
“I have 700 dollars here. You can have it, but I really don't have anything more.”
“700 dollars? Do you think we're beggars?”
“Don't try your luck. This is all I have, and you can take it if you want. I have nothing more.”
“Heh, you're trying to play me! Beat her up!”
Chapter end
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