The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine

Chapter 29: Yvette Larson’s Birthday

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

After Finn Taylor ended the call, Clarine Landon’s mind wandered back to that violinist once again.

She was deep in contemplation.

In the end, she gritted her teeth and sent him a message. It contained a single word: Ok.

Time flew by, and the 20th was finally here.

The moment Yvette Larson arrived at the office, Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson once again walked into her office on purpose.

“Oh, the birthday girl is at work today. I thought you would go to the peak of Pacific Heights.”

“Eleanor, do you think that any random Tom, Dick, or Harry can go to the peak of Pacific Heights? She shouldn’t even dream of doing that in this lifetime.”

“You can’t be too sure about that. Didn’t someone rent the whole peak of Pacific Heights to celebrate his wife’s birthday today? I think Finn Taylor isn’t bad. I’m sure he’s the one who rented the peak.”

“Right, right; I think so too. Hahaha.”

“Hahaha…”

What followed was their thunderous laughter.

Their laughter sounded evil, and it annoyed Yvette Larson even more. “Can you both shut up and get out?”

“Why? It’s true that you got married to a good-for-nothing, who has embarrassed the Larson family. Why can’t I talk about it?”

Eleanor Larson refused to back down, but Quince Larson changed the topic. “Yvette Larson, it’s been so many days. Have you settled those rogues? If you’re not capable, you’d better submit your resignation letter to me.”

Yvette Larson was frustrated.?‘Who cares about that? Actually, it doesn’t have that great of an impact on the whole project’s progress anyway. But ever since Quince Larson became the CEO again, he has refused to let the matter go. Now, he’s even forcing me to resign from my position because of such a small matter. It seems like he can no longer stand still.’

“Quince Larson, you’ve already reminded me about this 300 times. There’s no need for you to remind me about it every day. I’ll definitely get it done within the week; otherwise, I’ll leave.” Yvette Larson wasn’t to be trifled with. She was done tolerating all the bullying.

It was nothing more than a few rogues. She believed that she would be able to handle them.

“Alright, you said so yourself. I didn’t force you into it; Eleanor can be our witness.” The reason why Quince had repeatedly reminded her about the matter was simply to provoke her.

Now, he had achieved his goal.

Quince Larson dared to stake his life to bet that Yvette Larson would never be able to resolve the matter. This was because he was involved in the matter.

This project was a collaboration between the Larson family of San Francisco and the Sullivan family of New York.

Leaving the Larson family aside, there was no way anyone would dare to provoke or offend New York’s Sullivan family no matter how bold they were.

They only dared to do so because of the support from the Fleming family of San Francisco.

Why would the Fleming family do something that wouldn’t benefit them in any way when they bore no grudges against the Sullivan family? Well, this all had to do with the secret agreement Quince Larson had gotten into with Seth Fleming.

Seth Fleming had agreed to make as much trouble as possible for Yvette Larson in order to help Quince Larson.

As for Quince Larson, he would think of a way to send Yvette Larson to his bed.

There were throngs of people waiting to bed such a legendary beauty, and that was also why Yvette Larson’s wedding to Finn Taylor had caused such an uproar in San Francisco.

They were nothing more than a second-tier family without much influence.

Now that they had achieved their goals and had mocked Yvette Larson, Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson took their leave.

Yvette Larson was left alone in the office in a foul mood. She flung the pen in her hand onto the ground—causing it to shatter into pieces—in an attempt to vent her dissatisfaction.

At that moment, her office door opened once again.

“Get out!” Yvette Larson didn’t even look up before demanding that person to leave.

“Why are you so angry? Who provoked you?” That visitor didn’t leave; instead, they walked over.

Looking up, Yvette Larson realized that it was her best friend, Clarine Landon.

“Sigh, who else could it be? Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson—they were in such unison to try to provoke me. I let my tongue run loose earlier, and I’m starting to regret it a little now.”

“Sigh, I thought that something else happened. Don’t think about work for today; our birthday girl must be in her best state today! Take a look at the makeup set I got you. Come on, try it on.”

Yvette Larson opened the gift from her best friend, her eyes twinkling.

They were a pair of Gucci sunglasses, Dior lipstick, and Givenchy perfume.

…

These were all items in Yvette Larson’s shopping cart.

“Clarine Landon, are you mad? Why did you buy so many things?”

“Haha, as long as you like them.” Clarine Landon felt a little guilty while saying that.

She hadn’t been the one to buy these things. Before she left the house earlier this morning, someone had left this gift box at her door, instructing her to hand it over to her best friend.

She had wanted to ask more about it, but that person had already left.

Clarine Landon hadn’t thought much about it and simply brought the gift box over.

But now that it had been opened, it wasn’t just Yvette Larson who had been stunned. Even she had been dumbfounded.

“It’s great!”

Which woman didn’t like being pretty?

With so many new cosmetics, Yvette Larson quickly started putting on makeup in a hurry.

In reality, it had been no other than Finn Taylor who had given her all these presents.

Finn Taylor had noticed these items lying in his wife’s cart for almost half a year, but she had been reluctant to check them out.

This time, he finally had the chance to gift them to his wife through her best friend with her birthday as an excuse.

“Are you done with your makeup? If you are, I’ll bring you somewhere.” Clarine Landon hadn’t forgotten about her important mission of the day: Bring Yvette Larson to the peak of Pacific Heights.

However, she was unclear about how they would enter the peak since it had already been rented for the day, nor did she have any idea about why Finn Taylor had asked her to bring her best friend over.

But she wanted to meet that violinist.

Today was an important day in San Francisco.

The younger generation in San Francisco was waiting to see who had rented the peak of Pacific Heights. As such, all of the rooms on the higher floors of hotels near Pacific Heights were fully reserved.

Countless people had prepared telescopes, hoping to be able to catch a glimpse of what was going on at the peak of Pacific Heights.

“Brother, can we set off now?” Eleanor Larson walked up to her cousin and muttered in a low voice.

“It’s about time. Eleanor, he’s a prominent figure. You have to watch your words.”

“Brother, you’re really amazing. You even know people from the Scott family!”

“Hahaha, of course.”

Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson were heading to the Pacific Heights neighborhood.

Quince Larson was confused about why he had suddenly become friends with such a prominent figure from the Scott family of Seattle while having a drink at Starbucks a few days earlier.

Then, Scott had even agreed to take him up to the Pacific Heights neighborhood on the 20th to understand the situation at the peak!

As compared to a hotel near Pacific Heights, it was obvious that the view from the Pacific Heights neighborhood would be clearer.

Quince Larson was delighted and naturally agreed without any hesitation. What he did not know was that even this was part of Finn Taylor’s plan.