Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“Mr. Taylor, I’m sorry for my attitude earlier.”

“Don’t listen to her nonsense. Don’t scare him. Call me Finn Taylor.” Finn Taylor smiled and even extended his hand out in a friendly manner.

But Brother Dan was completely stunned. ‘Finn Taylor? That name sounds too familiar.’ 

Seeing the confusion on the other’s face, Finn Taylor was confused too.

Brother Dan quickly asked, “Mr. Taylor, may I ask if you’re from San Francisco? Is your wife’s name Yvette Larson?”



Finn Taylor nodded. “That’s right.”

Chloe Yeats and Finn Taylor looked at Brother Dan curiously. ‘Why does he know Finn Taylor? Something isn’t right.’

“Oh no! Something has happened!” Brother Dan quickly whipped out his phone and called his subordinates, but not a single person picked up his call. “Something really bad has happened.”

“What’s the matter?” Even Finn Taylor started getting afraid as he saw the other acting this way. He couldn’t help but feel that something bad was going to happen.

Thud!

Brother Dan immediately fell on his knees before Finn Taylor. “A few days ago, my subordinate—Diego—brought someone named Weston Shaw over. He gave me 1,500 dollars to teach you and Ms. Larson a lesson. This morning, I received news that Ms. Larson was headed for the James family’s old residence, so I sent my men over to teach her a lesson. However, I’ve lost contact with them now!”

As he said that, he viciously slapped himself. “Mr. Taylor, I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t know that Ms. Larson was your wife. It’s all that rascal’s fault! It’s Weston Shaw’s fault!”

Finn Taylor picked up his phone to call his wife—the phone was switched off.

He dialed Linda James’s number—it was switched off too.

Finn Taylor pointed at Brother Dan. “You’d better hope that nothing happens to Yvette. Otherwise, you’d better buy yourself a grave in advance.”

With that, he rushed out.

Chloe Yeats followed closely behind. “Let’s go. I’ll drive since I know the roads here better.”

Finn Taylor didn’t refuse and immediately got into the front passenger seat. Of course, Chloe Yeats got into the driver’s seat.

Because it was a Maserati, there was no need to worry about the speed.

Bang!

As soon as the engine started up, the car flew out.

Brother Dan was still kneeling on the ground, sobbing. ‘F*ck!’

The more he thought about it, the more infuriated he got. As such, he headed straight for Weston Shaw. ‘It was that b*stard who asked me to teach Yvette Larson a lesson. Who would’ve thought that Yvette Larson and Finn Taylor knew Chloe Yeats? Moreover, I clearly heard Chloe Yeats’s introduction earlier. Finn Taylor is her boss, and what does that mean? It’s obvious.’

Seeing the call from Diego, Weston Shaw’s heart leaped with joy.

Earlier that morning, Diego informed him that Brother Dan had already arranged for his men to stir up trouble for Yvette Larson.

Weston Shaw was on cloud nine. ‘Not only have I exacted revenge this time, but I have even earned 1,500 dollars!’ 

Just then, someone rang the doorbell.

“Who’s that?” Weston Shaw shouted.

“It’s me—Brother Dan.”

The words of the man outside brought Weston Shaw back to reality. ‘Why is Brother Dan here? Could it be that he found out about Karine James paying me 3,000 dollars?’

Although he was filled with doubts, Weston Shaw didn’t dare to let Brother Dan wait outside. As such, he rushed to open the door.

But no sooner had he opened the door than he was met with a punch in the face.

Weston Shaw fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

This attracted the attention of Larry Shaw and Karen James.

“Who are you? Why are you hitting my son?” Seeing her son on the floor, Karen James was emotional and wanted to reason it out with the other.

“Mom, he’s Brother Dan.”

Karen James was about to rush forward when she heard that name. She couldn’t help but retreat. “B-brother Dan.”

Although Karen James was protective of her son, she would never dare to fight it out with someone like Brother Dan.

“Brother Dan, has my son offended you? Tell me; I’ll teach him a lesson for you.”

“Me? No, he hasn’t offended me.”

Hearing that, Karen James’s heart relaxed.

But Brother Dan continued, “However, he offended Chloe Yeats.”

Karen James’s heart clenched up again. ‘What does he mean? We don’t even dare to offend Brother Dan, so how could we possibly offend Chloe Yeats?’

“Brother Dan, is this a misunderstanding? Our Weston wouldn’t offend Chloe Yeats.”

“Misunderstanding? Bullsh*t! This b*stard told me to deal with Yvette Larson and Finn Taylor, but Chloe Yeats told me that Finn Taylor is her boss!” As soon as he finished his sentence, Brother Dan picked up a stool and smashed it on Weston Shaw’s face.

The latter was now bleeding profusely.

“Brother Dan, it’s a misunderstanding. It wasn’t me—the one who did this was Karine James.”

Brother Dan was about to smash the stool down yet again but stopped mid-action. “Who is Karine James?”

“My cousin. She was the one who paid me to ask you to teach Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson a lesson.” Weston Shaw couldn’t care less about the timeline. He simply pushed all responsibility to his cousin.

“Bring her over.”

Left with no other choice, Weston Shaw could only agree. As such, he made a call to his cousin, saying that Brother Dan had already sent someone to teach Yvette Larson a lesson and that she had to come over right now.

On the other end of the call, Karine James was overwhelmed with emotions. She quickly dropped everything she was doing and headed for Weston Shaw’s house.



The James family’s old residence.

Yvette Larson couldn’t help but marvel at the changes around. It had been years since she had been back, and the entire area had transformed.

She had gone fishing in the nearby river in the past, but the current river was so murky that it felt uncomfortable to even look at it.

In the past, the James family’s residence had been quite a sight. There were a few houses around the main yard, and it seemed as though they were a prominent family.

But the houses were crumbling now, and the yard was overgrown with weeds—it was a devastating sight.

Just then, seven to eight men rushed out from around the residence.

Their leader was a man of about 1.9 meters. “You’re Yvette Larson, right?”

She looked at the men, her face full of confusion. “I am Yvette Larson, but who are you? I don’t think I know you.”

“You don’t need to know who we are. All you need to know is that you offended someone and that they paid us to teach you a lesson. If you know what’s best for you, you’d better just hurt yourself so that we can finish our assignment. Otherwise, I can’t promise you that you’ll get away that easily.”

The leader let out a sinister laugh as he said so.

“Money? I have money too. How much did they give you? I’ll pay you double.”

“Double? We have our rules too—we won’t accept money from two parties. I think you’re not going to cooperate with us. Charge! Kill those b*tches!”

With that one command, all the men rushed forward.