Chapter 133 - Joyride

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

After walking out, Finn Taylor glanced at Wampus. Then, they headed in different directions.

Finn Taylor didn’t want to let Third Master Gold know of his background just yet.

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As soon as he returned home, he saw the property deed of Number One Pacific Heights in Linda James’s hands.

Yvette Larson was simply sitting there, her face ashen.

“Finn Taylor, the property deed is here. Let’s go and transfer it to Yvette right now.” Linda James clearly couldn’t let this matter go. Even now, she still remembered how Finn Taylor had told her that he owned the house and how she should be the one leaving when they had gotten into an argument last time.

But if he transferred ownership of the house to Yvette Larson, Finn Taylor would be the one needing to leave when they got into an argument next time.

Yvette Larson picked up that property deed and looked at her husband. “I just want an explanation. As long as you give me a reason, I won’t go ahead with the transfer.”

She didn’t want to transfer the ownership of the house. She felt that this would simply cause their relationship to deteriorate even further. It would seem as though she didn’t trust her husband at all.

As a woman, she needed to know why her husband had gone to a place like La Feria Club. ‘Even if you have to come up with a lie, you should give me an excuse.’

Finn Taylor shook his head. “I don’t have excuses. All I can say is that I didn’t do anything wrong, but I can’t tell you why I went to La Feria Club.”

Yvette Larson’s tears flowed down her face.

She hated Finn Taylor. In that instant, she felt nothing but hatred for him. ‘Why couldn’t you just come up with an excuse? Have you really grown tired over the past three years? Do you want a separation too?’

“Let’s go. We’ll go get the transfer done.”

Yvette Larson picked up her bag and suddenly dumped everything out of it before throwing the bag into the bin.

This was the 30,000-dollar bag that Finn Taylor had given her. But now, she didn’t even want to look at it.

Finn Taylor couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotions in his heart. He didn’t know what to tell his wife, but he couldn’t afford to tell her the truth.

Peregrine Hall was involved in way too many things. Donovan Taylor was still missing, and his grandma was still trying to kill him.

The Larson family was still living in peace right now because Peregrine Hall knew that they didn’t know about his true identity yet.

Once everything was exposed, the Larson family might very well be vanquished.

Left with no other choice, Finn Taylor left with his wife. ‘If getting the house will make you happier, I’ll transfer Number One Pacific Heights to you.’

Sigh.

Diane Taylor sighed. She had no idea why the relationship between the couple had suddenly deteriorated to this point when they had been so loving just days ago.

After a few hours, the couple returned—neither of them looked good.

To tell the truth, neither of them wanted this transfer of ownership. It seemed as though they had just split their matrimonial assets and were getting a divorce.

This created a conflict between the couple. However, Linda James was over the moon.

She rushed up. “Where’s the property deed? Let me take a look at it!”

Linda James snatched it from her daughter and analyzed it.

When she saw her daughter’s name clearly printed on the property deed, she leaped with joy. “Not bad, not bad. Finn Taylor, take a good look at this. This house is our family’s now. If you dare to rebuke me in the future, you’ll be the one who has to scram!”

Finn Taylor shrugged and asked Linda James, “Does this house have nothing to do with me in the future?”

“Of course not! Does your name even appear on the property deed?”

“Oh, then I won’t need to pay for the property’s management fees in the future?”

“Of course. Oh right, how much does it cost?” At the mention of money, the glint in Linda James’s eyes suddenly disappeared.

“Not much. Just about 150,000 dollars a year.”

“150,000?” Linda James jumped up. “Why is it so expensive? I can buy an apartment with that money. How’s that possible?”

“Why not? Why don’t you take a look around you and see where you are? This is Number One Pacific Heights.”

“150,000? Why don’t you rob a bank? If I don’t pay up, will they chase me out? What can they do to me now that I have this property deed?”

“Oh, you can try your luck. It’s the Taylor family of Chicago backing this house.”

The Taylor family of Chicago was, of course, the Taylor family of Peregrine Hall.

They had dealings in all industries. Even the most luxurious villa on Pacific Heights in San Francisco was under their control.

Those words clearly scared Linda James. If it had been any other family, she would’ve lambasted them all the same. However, she dared not say a word about such a prominent family like the Taylor family.

All she could do was flare up at Finn Taylor while at home. When facing anyone else, she became no different from a coward.

“Alright, I’ll be generous. Maybe I’ll let you stay here in the future, but you have to pay for the management fees.”

Finn Taylor rolled his eyes at her—he didn’t even know what to say. However, he didn’t object to it.

Anyway, nothing had changed. Although he had transferred ownership to his wife, he had bought this house for her anyway.

Besides, this was just a house that didn’t cost much to him.

Finn Taylor could buy thousands more if he really wanted to.

For some reason, he couldn’t get used to sleeping in the guest room once again after moving out of his wife’s room.

He had slept in the guest room for three years, but it somehow felt as though he had slept beside his significant other for three years.

Yvette Larson lay on the bed, unable to go to sleep. She tossed and turned around, realizing that she was staying on one side of the red line. ‘Why? I’ve been used to having the whole bed to myself, and it has only been a few days. Why have I already gotten used to sleeping on only one side of the bed?’

The second day, Finn Taylor was awoken by the sounds of car honks.

The entire family—including Diane Taylor—walked out in annoyance. ‘Who is making such a din this early in the morning?’

They spotted a Ferrari parked in front of Number One Pacific Heights—it was worth at least 150,000 dollars.

“Which b*stard is making so much noise this early in the morning? They must be crazy!” Linda James didn’t even try to understand the situation before lashing out.

Then, Finn Taylor spotted Kimberly Gold stomping out from the driver’s seat. “You old hag, you’d better watch your words. I might just ask Finn Taylor to beat you up!”

‘Finn Taylor?’ Linda James was stunned. ‘This young brat is Finn Taylor’s friend?’

The person in question glanced at Kimberly Gold and asked, “Why are you here?”

Kimberly Gold patted the Ferrari by her side. “150,000 dollars.”

Finn Taylor was stunned for a moment before returning from his trance. ‘Instead of giving me cash, the Gold family chose to give me a luxury car that’s worth 150,000 dollars instead.’

“What, I picked this out myself. Hurry up and get in the car. Bring me on a joyride.”