The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine

Chapter 319: Examination

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Linda James was still Linda James after all. The meal hadn’t changed anything.

She wanted to buy an excessively priced outfit, but her daughter refused, and the only thing she knew to do was throw a tantrum.

Of course, Finn Taylor was already used to that.

“Mom, can you stop crying? I didn’t say that I wouldn’t buy it for you.” With that, he got ready to wire transfer the money over.

But he had no sooner taken out his phone than it was snatched away by his wife. “No, you’re not allowed to buy it. Mom, nobody is denying that you’ve made valuable contributions to the family, but have you ever thought about what buying this outfit signifies? You’re just materialistic and want everyone’s eyes to be on you when you attend the wedding. You want them to know that you’re rich, right? But do you think that’s worth it?”

Finn Taylor felt that his wife was wasting her breath. ‘Do you really think you can reason it out with her? If you could, she wouldn’t have treated me in that way over the past three years.’

“Sigh, all I want to do is buy an outfit. Can’t I do even that?” Linda James was now rolling on the ground.

The other two members of the household arrived.

Even with the whole family staring at her, Linda James felt no shame at all. In fact, her acting got even more intense.

Finn Taylor pulled his wife to the side. “Forget it. If money solves the problem, it’s no problem at all.”

Money didn’t mean a thing to Finn Taylor. There was no need to fight with his mother-in-law over money.

“No. If you give in to her this time, history will repeat itself.” For some reason, Yvette Larson was resolute this time. “Mom, how much do you need?”

“20,000.”

Finn Taylor was thinking that his wife might agree to it if her mother were to offer a smaller sum. However, Linda James was too unreasonable.

“Forget it. You two can fight it out; I can’t convince either of you.”

“20,000—just 20,000. Hurry up and transfer it to me.”

“No way. Finn, I’ll chase you out if you give Mom any money today.”

Finn Taylor remained silent. He hadn’t expected to be caught in the middle.

“Yvette, t-this outfit is actually…” Francis Larson stuttered. It seemed like he had something to say.

“Dad, do you mean you support Mom buying it too? But it costs 20,000!” Yvette Larson hadn’t expected her usually frugal father to agree to her mom’s request.

“This outfit looks very much like an outfit that your mom wanted to buy before our wedding. It was just that we didn’t have money at that time. I actually support your mom getting this outfit.”

Nobody had expected this backstory.

Still, Yvette Larson was suspicious. “Dad, don’t tell me you made up a story to help Mom.”

“No, of course not. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

In Yvette Larson’s memory, her father had never lied to her. It seemed like he was telling the truth.

“Get up. I’ll buy it for you.”

Linda James immediately got up.

Yvette Larson handed the phone back to her husband, who immediately transferred 20,000 dollars over to his mother-in-law.

The transaction was a success, and the outfit was to be delivered that afternoon.

A smile was plastered on Linda James’s face.

To be honest, this was the first time Finn Taylor had ever spotted such a sincere smile on her face. This could only mean that his father-in-law hadn’t made that story up.

…

That afternoon.

A security officer arrived at Number One Pacific Heights with a delivery man. “Mr. Taylor, there’s a delivery for you. He says that it’s expensive and that you have to do a check on the item before signing off for it.”

Finn Taylor nodded. “Yes, it’s me. Come on in.”

The security officer was shocked; he had never expected the other to invite him into the house.

This was Number One Pacific Heights—the most expensive and luxurious house in San Francisco! He was nothing more than a mere security officer, yet the other had invited him in!

‘No wonder all the security officers are full of praises for Mr. Taylor. So many wealthy families live on Pacific Heights, but Mr. Taylor is the only one who ever greets us. That’s really amazing.’

The delivery man brought the item in and smiled slightly guiltily. “I’m sorry, but I have a shameless request. Because it’s so expensive, I’ll turn on my camera while you open the box to examine it.”

Finn Taylor nodded in agreement. It was best that they all kept their guards up. After all, it was worth 20,000 dollars.

Once the delivery man switched on his camera, he opened the box.

In that instant, everyone was stunned.

“You do it, Yvette.”

Yvette Larson was a woman and had a better understanding of clothes.

Finn Taylor had seen his wife analyzing her clothes in the bedroom for a long time today too. To be honest, he was moved by the sight. It proved one thing: he hadn’t married the wrong woman.

He was filthy rich. Any other woman would’ve become a spendthrift, but not his wife.

She insisted on running her company well and making a name for herself as a strong and independent woman. She didn’t want to be a piece of trash that only relied on her husband.

This was why she could spend 20,000 on an outfit.

Still, she analyzed it carefully. There was no way she would spend her money carelessly.

Yvette Larson took the outfit out of the box and examined it closely, not missing any detail.

On the other hand, the owner of the outfit—Linda James—simply stood by the side. She wanted to take the outfit out to have a look at it, but her daughter quickly put a stop to that. “Don’t touch it.”

Linda James was slightly confused. “But it’s mine.”

“Nobody is fighting with you over it, but don’t touch it before we’re done examining it. We’ll have trouble if you damage it.”

Her mom was speechless. ‘Do I have needles on my hands? Why would I damage the dress? I just want to have a look at it.’

“Sigh, don’t think too much about it. Your daughter paid for the outfit, so just listen to her.”

Linda James could only comfort herself inwardly. ‘I didn’t spend a single cent on this. I better just shut up.’

Finally, after more than an hour’s examination, Yvette Larson nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with this. I’ll sign off for it.”

She had been way more detailed than the delivery man had expected, and his forehead was full of sweat.. Hearing her words, he finally let out a sigh of relief.