Chapter 339 - Collaboration

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

When Finn Taylor walked out of the room, he spotted his parents-in-law discussing whether to fire Diane Taylor and to hire a professional caretaker.

After all, Diane Taylor was only a college student, not a professional.

This meant that she wasn’t exceptionally skilled in many areas.

However, Finn Taylor told the other directly, “Don’t even think about it, Mom. We won’t hire another caretaker.”

Linda James slammed her hand on the table. “What do you mean, Finn? Can’t I fire her? She doesn’t cook well.”

“She doesn’t cook well? You’ve been eating it for months. Why didn’t you say so earlier then?”

“That was the past. It’s different now. Why?”

“You weren’t the chairman in the past and didn’t dare to fire her then. Do you think you can interfere in how we run this family just because you’re the chairman now?”

Linda James was fuming. Finn Taylor had been spot-on.

Just then, Yvette Larson returned.

“Yvette, just look at what your husband is doing. He’s so disrespectful. I wanted to fire Diane and hire a new caretaker, but he said that it’s none of my business.”

Yvette Larson was reasonable and knew that her husband wouldn’t get into an argument with her mom for no reason. ‘Mom must’ve done something again.’ 

“Mom, why do you want to fire Diane? Did she do something wrong?”

“What, are you going to lecture me for firing a caretaker as well?”

Finn Taylor could no longer tolerate the other. “There’s no way you’re going to fire her as long as I’m here.”

“As long as you’re here? Finn, don’t forget that you’ve already transferred ownership of this house to Yvette and the shares to us. What do you still have here?”

“Mom, what are you saying?”

Linda James’s words were mean. Finn Taylor had only done all that out of love for them, yet his mother-in-law was using that as a threat against him!

Yvette Larson picked up her husband’s hand and stomped back to her room without caring about her mother.

Diane Taylor quickly slipped away with the money as well.

Only Linda James was left in the living room, still fuming.

At dinner time, Finn Taylor turned to his wife. “Yvette, I’m going out for a while.”

Before Yvette Larson could say anything, Linda James spoke up. “Who is going to wash the dishes if you go out?”

“I’ll do it,” Yvette Larson replied.

“Ha, you? You’re so skinny. Yvette, have you ever thought about why he’s going out so late at night? Does he have a mistress? Is he going to abandon you?”

This time, Yvette Larson burst out. “Mom, do you really want us to get a divorce before you’ll be satisfied?”

“Get a divorce then. What does he even have now? He doesn’t have a house or a company. He’s living on our accounts now.”

“Mom, this is our family’s house, not mine alone.”

“I don’t care. What I know is that this house has nothing to do with him.”

Yvette Larson patted her husband’s back. “Leave if you have to. Stay safe and come back early.”

Evidently, Yvette Larson no longer wanted to talk to her mother. There was no point in trying to reason with someone like that.

Finn Taylor nodded and left.

Yvette Larson quickly started picking up the dishes, ignoring her mother.

Linda James gritted her teeth. ‘Everyone is ignoring me!’ 

…

After leaving Pacific Heights, Finn Taylor headed for Rocky Hills Hotel.

He knocked on the door of Room 303.

Willow Stone opened the door with a smile, quickly inviting the other in.

On the other hand, Finn Taylor’s expression was one of indifference.

It was this cold expression that displeased Willow Stone. ‘I dressed myself up for your visit today, but you’re acting like you see nothing! How am I supposed to not get angry?’

“Didn’t you see me?”

“I saw you.”

Willow Stone asked, but it probably would’ve been better if she had kept mum. She hadn’t gotten the intended reaction.

He walked in and sat himself in a chair, not saying a word.

“Are you dead? Didn’t you hear me talking to you?”

“Is there a point in asking a question like this? Why did you call me here today?”

“What, it seems like Master Peregrine is getting frantic?”

“You know my identity as Master Peregrine, so it seems like your background isn’t that simple. Yvette and Clarine worried about you for years for nothing.”

While in school, Willow Stone looked very pitiful—as if she would go hungry without help. That was why her friends had always been so concerned about her.

However, it seemed like it had been unnecessary.

“I didn’t hide anything; I just didn’t let them know that my family is rich. They misunderstood the situation.”

“Don’t you feel bad for saying that?”

Willow Stone didn’t retort because she did indeed feel a little guilty.

“So why did you ask me to come here?”

“Since I already know of your identity as Master Peregrine, I know about Chicago’s Taylor family and South-East Asia’s Taylor family too. I want to work with you to defeat them.”

“Give me a reason.”

‘Collaborate? That’s fine, but why should I work with you?’ Finn Taylor wanted to know the other’s intentions.

“Because the Taylor family from South-East Asia is our common enemy.”

“The Taylor family is your family’s enemy?”

“Of course not—they’re not worthy of being called our enemies. It’s the family supporting them in Europe that is our true enemy. However, I’d be happy enough to get rid of the Taylor family too.”

Finn Taylor chuckled. “We could work together, but you should be sincere at the very least. You should know how much I hate Quince Larson, but you’re working with him?”

“Working with him?”

“Am I wrong?”

“Do you think he’s worthy of that?”

Finn Taylor chuckled. ‘I guess I underestimated Willow Stone. She’s trying to turn the tides and torture Quince Larson with me.’

“Actually, I’ve been quite curious about something. I’m sure you’d be able to crush Quince Larson under your feet with no effort at all. Why did you have to put on an act?”

“It’s easy to deal with him, but just like you said, he has someone backing him.”

Willow Stone finally understood the other. ‘No wonder I always thought that he resembled me.. It’s true that our lives mirror each other’s.’