The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine
/ The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine Chapter 321 – Not Spending Any Money
Chapter 321: Not Spending Any Money
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Although he was faced with a challenge, the manager eventually agreed to it. 'I have to be adaptable. Since headquarters has already made a compromise, there's no need for me to rigidly stick to the rules as well. But why did they give in this time? Haven't they always been on my side? Isn't their policy never to back down when customers try to bargain? What's going on this time?'
“Alright, I'll deliver the certificate to you personally right away.”
“Ok.” Yvette Larson hung up and returned the delivery man his phone.
The latter was stunned. 'Headquarters gave in, and so did my manager. How could that be? But since they've already chosen to compromise, there's no need for me to think too much about it. It'll only get me in more trouble.'
Very quickly, the manager arrived at the foot of Pacific Heights. Unfortunately, he couldn't enter based on his status alone.
Finn Taylor glanced at the security officer.
When they entered, Finn Taylor had instructed his father-in-law to entertain the guests.
That stumped the security officer. 'I never thought that I would ever meet the owner of Number One Pacific Heights. However, not only have I met him, but he's even treating me so kindly! Even if I tell others about this, I'm sure they won't believe me. They have to experience this first-hand; otherwise, they'll think I'm mad.'
“Mr. Taylor, hand this to me. I'll go pick him up.' He excitedly rushed out of the house.
Finn Taylor smiled. He wasn't one to look down on others as long as they were kind. On the contrary, he wouldn't hesitate to step on anyone with evil intentions, no matter how rich they were.
Very quickly, the security officer returned with the manager.
The latter immediately bowed to everyone, making a sincere apology. He then handed two documents to Yvette Larson. The first was the certificate of authenticity, and the second was the valuation certificate.
Seeing this, Yvette Larson quickly signed off on the delivery slip.
Now that the matter was resolved, Finn Taylor suddenly asked, “Did you mention our name when you called headquarters?”
The manager was slightly confused, not understanding what the other was asking about. Nonetheless, he replied seriously, “No, we view our customer's confidentiality as key. However, headquarters can check the files if they want to find out.”
“Alright, I understand.”
The manager was still confused.
Once their guests left, Yvette Larson walked up to her husband. “What did you mean earlier?”
“Nothing much. I know their boss, so I just want to know if I owe her a favor now.”
“She's your friend?”
'Why does he have friends everywhere?'
“Don't tell me that you're the friend you're talking about.”
“Sigh. Oh, right—Mom, when is the wedding? We should get ready for it too.”
Finn Taylor quickly avoided the topic, and that made his wife even more suspicious. 'Is this company really Finn's? That's not entirely impossible; otherwise, why did he transfer the money without any hesitation?'
“We still have a week, but you guys can start getting ready for it if you want to.”
Before Finn Taylor said anything, his wife spoke up. “Alright, let's get some new clothes too. That boutique earlier seems quite good, so let's get our outfits from them as well. Finn, how much of a discount are they going to give us?”
'From the looks of it, my wife has already guessed what's going on. I won't be able to keep this under wraps for much longer.' Finn Taylor's eyes lit up. “I'll bring you straight to the headquarters then.”
“Alright.” Yvette Larson agreed.
Finn Taylor felt helpless, but since his wife had requested it, he wasn't going to refuse.
The couple drove toward the headquarters.
As they drove further away from the city center, Yvette Larson got more confused.
They were clearly headed for Los Angeles.
“We're going to Los Angeles?”
“Yes.”
“Do you mean that the boss is…” Evidently, Yvette Larson already had her answer but held her tongue.
“Yes, Chloe Yeats.”
Yvette Larson felt dizzy. 'I was right. This outfit is from Chloe Yeats.'
Finn Taylor didn't even bother informing anyone about his arrival and simply walked into the office.
Nobody stopped him along the way.
Of course, the couple was confused by that. 'What is going on?'
But when they arrived on the second floor, they spotted Finn Taylor's photo on the wall.
'This… What am I to them? No wonder they looked at me so weirdly.'
Finn Taylor pushed open the door to Chloe Yeats's office, wanting to say something when he saw a young girl in the office.
The girl was about five to six years old and had exquisite features. She was dressed in a vintage dress, and the airy bangs covering her forehead and her sweet smile were enough to dispel any negative thoughts.
“Mr. Taylor, why are you here?”
Finn Taylor pointed at the girl. “Is she your daughter?”
The other nodded. “That's right.”
'What? How is that possible? She was still single when I last came to Los Angeles. It has only been a few months since then, yet her child is already five or six?'
“Haha, I'm kidding! She's our model. Ellie, say hi!”
Ellie walked up to Finn Taylor, revealing a mandarin orange in her hand. “Here, for you.”
Finn Taylor picked it up, peeled it, and returned half to the young girl. He then handed the other half to his wife.
“How adorable.” Yvette Larson sighed.
Her husband whispered in her ear, “Why don't we have one too?”
She rolled her eyes, ignoring the other. “Do you have anything that will suit us? We're supposed to attend a wedding, but we don't have any clothes for it.”
Chloe Yeats typed something on her keyboard while saying, “You could've just done that on the internet. Why did you have to come over?”
“Isn't it obvious? I don't want to spend any money.”
Chloe Yeats acted as though she was about to vomit blood. “Finn Taylor, you're a big boss. Do you not feel bad for saying that?”
“Oh right, I want a reimbursement for these 10,000 dollars too..” Finn Taylor shamelessly handed the receipt over to Chloe Yeats.
Chapter end
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