The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine

Chapter 350: Evil Intentions

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Michelle Yeller suddenly thought of something. “Josie, are we really going to the Larson Corporation for an interview tomorrow?”

The other nodded solemnly.

“But I’m sure you know the plight the Larson Corporation is in now. Their partners have all left them, and Melanie Taylor, Willow Corporation, Quince Larson, and many others are turning against them now. To be honest, they might go bankrupt at any time. Why are we joining them now?

Josie Meyer returned the question with another, “Have you thought about why brilliant men follow others around?”

Michelle Yeller was confused. “Because they’re under duress.”

“Of course not. If they don’t want to follow others, people will never be able to force them to do so. It’s because they’re highly revered and looked up to by those who are in the most trouble. Isn’t that the case with us? We wouldn’t be looked upon as important figures if we were to join Willow Corporation, Quince Larson, or Melanie Taylor. We’ll only have a chance of being part of the higher management if we join the Larson Corporation and Yvette Larson.”

Michelle Yeller had grown up with Josie Meyer, who had always been arrogant. However, the former couldn’t deny that her friend had always been more intelligent than her.

She had never thought of this before.

“Alright, I’ll listen to you.”

…

Yvette Larson tossed and turned on her bed, unable to fall asleep. Just then, she received a notification on her phone.

She excitedly checked her phone, thinking that Finn Taylor had sent her a message.

However, the result disappointed her. It wasn’t Finn Taylor but an unexpected person—Willow Stone.

Yes, Willow Stone had sent a message to her, requesting to meet the next day at none other than the Starbucks where they had been caught the other day.

Yvette Larson was so enraged that she nearly smashed her phone onto the ground. But she knew that wouldn’t help, so she made a call to her best friend.

“It’s the middle of the night, Yvette. Why aren’t you sleeping?” Clarine Landon had been woken up by her friend’s call.

“Clarine, Willow asked to meet me.”

Her words caused the other’s sleepiness to dissipate, and Clarine Landon shot up in bed. “What? She has the cheek to meet you?”

“I want to meet her.”

Her best friend remained silent for a long while before replying, “Alright, I’ll go with you then.”

“Ok. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.”

…

Yvette Larson hardly slept a wink that night, and the same was true for Finn Taylor. They each laid on their own beds, gazing out at the night sky as they thought about their past together.

Almost at the same time, they got out of bed, got some water, and washed up. This wasn’t a coincidence but a routine that they had established over the three years as a couple.

They had unwittingly influenced each other over the years.

Just as Finn Taylor headed out, he happened to run into Josie Meyer.

Her head was high up in the air, and she looked down on the man.

Of course, Finn Taylor ignored her as well and walked into the elevator.

The young lady walked in after him, and he pressed the button for the ground floor.

As the elevator door closed, the atmosphere stiffened all of a sudden.

Josie Meyer suddenly spoke up. “I know you’ve been watching our door. You only came out after seeing me come out, right? I know you want to hit on me. Go ahead.”

‘Where does her confidence even come from? Why in the world would she think that I like her? And to think that I want to hit on her? She must be nuts.’

“What, stop putting on an act. Do you think that I would believe you didn’t harbor any other intentions when you brought that tray of lasagna over yesterday? We’re alone here, so isn’t this the best chance for you? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Finn Taylor pointed at the elevator door. “Do you see that?”

“What?”

“The door is quite clean, so you can use it as a mirror. I suggest that you look in the mirror.”

Josie Meyer was enraged by his words. ‘All men are bad. All they’re after are women’s beauty. I know for a fact that he’s no exception. He was only cold the other day because he was pretending to be a gentleman. However, I know that he’s just a wolf in sheep’s clothing.’

It was exactly because of this that Josie Meyer’s impression of the man worsened. After all, the world was whatever one made it out to be.

As the elevator door opened, Josie Meyer harrumphed and stormed out.

She had been suppressing her emotions. If given the chance, she would’ve killed Finn Taylor right then and there.

Finn Taylor had removed all his belongings from Number One Pacific Heights and sent them over. He had come downstairs to collect them.

At the guard post, he spotted Michelle Yeller’s name and turned to the security officer. “These are for my neighbor. Do you remember me showing them the way yesterday?”

The security officer naturally remembered the arrival of two young and beautiful girls, and he nodded. “Yes, I remember you brought them over. Do you want to take this for them then?”

Finn Taylor picked Michelle Yeller’s packages up but pushed her friend’s away. “There are too many. I can’t possibly carry so many of them, so I’ll take these first.”

The security officer glanced at the packages the man was holding. The latter’s hands were indeed filled, so he didn’t think much of it.

After placing his own packages at home, Finn Taylor headed to Michelle Yeller’s apartment and knocked on the door.

It was Josie Meyer who opened it. She was already back!

Seeing Finn Taylor, she said curtly, “Well, I was right, wasn’t I? I know you’re trying to hit on me. What do you have this time?”

Finn Taylor ignored her and shouted, “Michelle, your parcels.”

The other young lady walked out after hearing his voice. “Oh, you helped us to bring our parcels over. Thank you so much.”

Hearing that, Josie Meyer rushed over. But there weren’t any of her parcels, only her friend’s.

“Why aren’t there any for me?”

Finn Taylor blandly replied, “I don’t know you well enough.”

His reply angered her once again. ‘What a b*stard! He went to collect the parcels and helped Michelle but not me!’