Chapter 285 - Ulterior Motives

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Clarine Landon’s parents left.

The day had been filled with too many incidents—she had lost countless projects, been chased for repayment, and was bullied by the Larson family. To top it all off, her best friend was now missing.

Every event weighed down on Yvette Larson’s heart. It felt as though there were four heavy stones pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

…

At the same time, Finn Taylor and Megan Daimler arrived in Chicago.

Almost immediately, they bumped into two men—Julian Taylor and Jefferson Taylor.

The brothers were the sons of Brian Taylor’s younger brother—Benjamin Taylor.

After killing his grandmother and locking his younger brother up, Finn Taylor didn’t want to deal with the Taylor family anymore. Yet, someone had tried to take advantage of the situation to take over the family.

To be honest, that didn’t really matter to Finn Taylor. After all, the Taylor family didn’t mean much to him.

It might even be a good thing that someone was going to inherit his grandfather’s legacy. As such, he couldn’t care less about the situation.

Yet, the brothers refused to let him off.

The pair made a welcoming gesture. “Finn Taylor, our grandpa would like to invite you home.”

He chuckled. “What if I don’t want to go?”

His mother—Wendy Jensen—had invited him home several times, but he had rejected her politely every time. ‘Do these two people really think I’d accept their invitation?’

“Then, don’t blame us for being unkind.”

Finn Taylor smirked. “You’re not my match. Don’t embarrass yourselves here.”

Jefferson Taylor smiled and waved his hand.

With that, two strong and muscular men walked out. In their hands was Finn Taylor’s mother—Wendy Jensen.

“Finn Taylor, we know that you don’t have a close relationship with your mother, but she’s your mother after all. I don’t think you’ll just stand by the sidelines and not do anything.”

Even Finn Taylor himself thought that he’d remained unmoved. After all, his mother had never shown him any affection.

Yet, blood was thicker than water. The moment he saw Wendy Jensen being held down by those two men, he felt a tinge of pain in his heart.

“Let her go. I’ll go with you.”

“No way. We’ll naturally let her go once you come with us.”

“What, do you think that Master Peregrine would lie to you?”

The Taylor brothers were straightforward. Upon hearing Finn Taylor’s words, they immediately let the latter’s mother go.

She quickly dodged behind her son. “Timothy… and you…”

Finn Taylor ignored her, only glancing at Megan Daimler beside him. “You’ll let her go, won’t you?”

The brothers shared a glance before replying, “Yes, she can leave.”

Finn Taylor instructed Megan Daimler, “Go look for your master and tell her that I’ve some matters to attend to. Don’t tell her what happened here.”

Although the young girl was worried about him, she knew full well that she would be of no help to him and that she would even become a burden to him.

After she left, Finn Taylor knocked it into the other two men. “You’d better not harbor any intentions toward that girl. She’s Jessica Daimler’s disciple; I’ve nothing to do with her. All I’ve done is play chess with her. I’m sure you know better than I do just what kind of temper Jessica Daimler has. Oh right, there’s one more thing. Jessica Daimler has a friend named Maximus Brugel.”

To be honest, if not for Finn Taylor’s words, the brothers probably would’ve sent their men to chase after Megan Daimler and investigate her relationship with him.

But now, they wouldn’t dare to do so even if someone dared them to do it. Everyone in Chicago knew about Jessica Daimler’s temper—she had a terribly fiery temper.

If they were to get on that girl’s bad side, Jessica Daimler might very well deal with the Taylor family.

That wouldn’t even be the worst-case scenario. It would be even worse if Maximus Brugel was brought into the picture.

Maximus Brugel was now neutral to everything as though nothing in the Taylor family had anything to do with him. But if he chose to get involved, things would be completely different.

“Haha! Of course, we wouldn’t. We don’t have anything against her, so why would we go against her?” It was only natural that Jefferson Taylor denied everything, laughing the matter off.

Jefferson Taylor drove while his brother sat in the front passenger seat.

They understood Finn Taylor, but nevertheless, they got him into the back passenger’s seat with his mother.

Of course, Finn Taylor wasn’t one to go back on his words. He wouldn’t try to escape after getting into the car.

If he didn’t want to go with them, there was no way he would’ve gotten into the car.

Actually, Finn Taylor was just going with the flow. He had already wanted to meet his great-uncle a long time ago.

Wasn’t it only right for the old man to give him some benefits after he allowed the latter to become the family head?

Finn Taylor alighted from the car when they arrived at the Taylor family’s residence.

Perhaps it was because she was truly afraid, or perhaps she was simply putting on an act that Wendy Jensen followed closely behind her son, not daring to leave his side.

However, the latter simply acted as though he didn’t see her. ‘I’ve seen what my mother is capable of. Does she really think that I’d believe her now?’

“Timothy, are they really going to kill us?”

What irked Finn Taylor even more was how his mother still addressed him as ‘Timothy.’

That was indeed his birth name, but his mother was the one who said that he was no longer Timothy Taylor but Finn Taylor on the very day he married into the Larson family. From then on, he had nothing to do with the Taylor family of Chicago.

‘Since that’s the case, why did she take the initiative to look for me after my father’s death and my younger brother’s disappearance? She even wanted me to return to inherit Peregrine Hall. She has done everything in her own self-interests.’ 

This was why Finn Taylor still had a worry every time he returned. He couldn’t be sure if this was simply a trap that his mother had set up in collusion with the others from the family.

As he walked into the hall, he spotted Benjamin Taylor sitting on the master’s chair with a photograph in his hand.

Finn Taylor felt overwhelmed with emotions when he spotted that photograph. He rushed over, snatching it over.

His tears fell uncontrollably as he looked at the man in the photograph—it was his grandpa.

“Name a price; I want this photograph,” Finn Taylor stated without any hesitation.

“You don’t have to go so far to get this photograph, but why should I sell it to you?”

Finn Taylor was stunned. ‘What does he mean? He doesn’t want to sell it? Does he have ulterior motives?’