The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine
/ The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine Chapter 370 – 30,000 Dollars
Chapter 370: 30,000 Dollars
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It was usual for children to be throwing tantrums, and the young girl's mother was already doing her best to calm her down. Besides, all passengers were given noise-canceling headphones. They were more than welcome to use them if they thought that the child was too noisy.
However, they refused to let the matter go—they clearly had other intentions. “Brat, are they your family? Why do you keep speaking up for them? Isn't it the truth that she's disturbing us? Don't you think that you're being ridiculous by saying that we're annoying you?”
Before Finn Taylor could say anything, that young girl's mother had already stood up and quickly apologized. “I'm so sorry. My daughter is still young. I'll keep her in line.”
“Keep her in line? She looks like she's already three but can't even control herself. I think she must be mentally challenged.”
The young girl was already timid to begin with, and she grew even more panicked when she met their fierce gazes.
“I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.”
“Do you think an apology will cut it? If an apology worked, there would be world peace. Give us 3,000 dollars, and we'll forget the matter.”
The din drew the attention of an air stewardess. “Sir, what's going on? Could you please return to your seats?”
“This girl is too noisy, and I'm feeling very uncomfortable. I want her to compensate me for my mental health.”
The air stewardess was left in an awkward position. This was a tricky situation to deal with.
“Why don't I find a pair of noise-canceling headphones for you?”
“Who wants that? I'm here to enjoy my flight, not to suffer.”
The mother of the child apologized once again. “I'm so sorry. I'm a single mother and don't have any money to give you. My child is still young. I promise you that she won't make any more noise.”
“Do you think I care about a promise like that? You've already made me feel uncomfortable. You better hurry up and pay me.”
That child was naturally at fault for making a fuss, but she had already apologized for it.
The men were clearly making a mountain out of a molehill.
Finally, Finn Taylor stood up and scoffed at those two arrogant men. “3,000 dollars? I'll give you 30,000.”
Finn Taylor's words delighted them.
Just as they reached out for the money, Finn Taylor threw a punch toward their chests.
The men then fell down onto the ground and clutched their chests, feeling as though their internal organs were being flipped inside out.
“30,000 seems too little. Why don't I give you another 30,000?”
The two men—who had been exceptionally arrogant just moments earlier—were now terrified by the man's words.
They had almost lost their lives with just one punch and would probably die if they were to be punched yet again.
“D-don't. We were wrong; we don't want anything. It was our fault, and we won't do it again.” The two men grimaced in pain as they crawled up from the ground and kowtowed to the other man.
Their dignity didn't matter at this moment. Only their lives mattered.
“Scram and get back to your seats.”
The two men thanked Finn Taylor profusely.
“Thank you.” The woman expressed her gratitude to Finn Taylor, and the little girl handed a piece of candy to him as well.
He broke out into a wide smile. 'It has been years since others offered me candy. Sarah Eaton was probably the last one who did so. I wonder what's happened to that brat.'
Sarah Eaton had once been Finn Taylor's neighbor but a rather distant one. Her family had run a small snack store, and the latter had often stopped by for snacks when he was a child—so much so that the young girl's mother personally prepared them.
Every time Finn Taylor visited, Sarah Eaton would always give him a lollipop.
At that time, they had all been rather poor. Even though a lollipop seemed worthless, it meant the world to a kid.
That was why Finn Taylor had never forgotten about it. It had been a light in his dark childhood.
“Sir, please return to your seat,” reminded the air stewardess.
Finn Taylor nodded and returned to his seat before the stewardess helped him fasten his seatbelt.
From where Finn Taylor was seated, the other's chest was in his direct line of sight.
As she got up, she even brushed her chest against Finn Taylor's face. “Hi, my name is Snowy. You can look for me if you need anything.”
She even left her name.
Finn Taylor merely smiled blandly, not taking her words to heart.
No matter what their intentions were, Finn Taylor had never taken an interest in any other women. Yvette Larson was the only one in his heart.
Very quickly, the plane landed in Chicago.
Just as Finn Taylor was getting off the plane, Snowy chased after him. She shouted for him, but he ignored her and walked on.
This annoyed her.
But just as she was about to catch up to him, she spotted him getting into a luxury car.
There was a middle-aged woman seated in the back row beside him.
“What? Is he being sponsored by a sugar mommy?” Thinking about that possibility, Snowy grew even more uncomfortable. 'I practically gave myself to him just now. Any normal man wouldn't be able to control his urges, but that man had. I had already thought that it was strange earlier, but the cat is finally out of the bag now. It isn't because he can control his urges but because he is being backed by an old woman.'
Snowy could hardly contain her disgust.
The one who had come to pick Finn Taylor up from the airport was naturally Wendy Jensen.
The lady whom Snowy had mistaken as a sugar mommy was actually Finn Taylor's mother. However, Finn Taylor had no idea about what was going through that young lady's mind.
In the car.
“You're finally back to take over the reins of the family.”
Finn Taylor sneered. “Is it just as you wished? If not for Grandpa, I wouldn't even care about the Taylor family.”
“There's no point in talking about these things now. Have you thought about how you're going to deal with the three of them?”
“I have my plans. You don't have to bother about it.”
Instead of driving to the Taylor family's residence, the car headed for a mansion that Finn Taylor had purchased with his own means.
“Finn, you're really changing my impression of you. You've been planning this since you were six, and you bought such a huge mansion without any help from the family?”
“What, did you think that I'd die without you guys?”
Just then, Felicity arrived. She knew of this place—or rather, she came here every week to clean up the place.
That was why the mansion was in such good condition.
Chapter end
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