The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine

Chapter 357: Unreasonable

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Wendy Jensen thought for a long time before finding an excuse for herself. She naturally wouldn’t admit to treating her son in this manner to satisfy her own selfish desires.

She had to find an excuse—everything she had done was for the Taylor family’s sake.

Finn Taylor was a Taylor, while she was a Jensen. That made her feel much better about herself as though she was working for the family’s sake.

She sighed before heading down. However, she had no sooner walked out of the elevator than several people surrounded her.

A young lady then walked out. “Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you. Our mistress would like to meet you.”

Wendy Jensen observed the men without moving before eventually chuckling. “Melanie Taylor?”

The young lady didn’t answer Wendy Jensen and simply made a gesture.

Since she wasn’t going to reply, the latter wasn’t going to force her either.

Wendy Jensen was brought to a room in the hotel, where she saw two young people—a man and a woman. ‘If I’m not wrong, this must be Melanie Taylor and Levi Taylor.”

The pair stood up as she walked in. “Should I address you as Auntie? But since we’re such distant relatives, I won’t force myself. I’ll just call you by your name, Wendy Jensen.”

Wendy Jensen frowned. “Are you Melanie Taylor and Levi Taylor?”

The young lady nodded. “Not bad. It seems like we’ve heard about each other—that will make things easier. I won’t beat around the bush. Persuade your son to give up the title of Master Peregrine. If he does, I assure you that I won’t do anything to your family.”

Wendy Jensen wasn’t a fool. In fact, she was a talent.

It was obvious just how impressive she was by how she had managed to consolidate her power in the family so quickly after Frida Cameron’s death. However, Melanie Taylor treated her as a fool, wanting to convince her with these words.

“We’re relatives, and I obviously don’t want us to get into a tussle either. If possible, I’ll try to persuade my son to get on good terms with your family. But since you’ve done your investigations, I’m sure you know that I don’t have a very good relationship with my son. He’s basically been abandoned by the family, and I can’t exert any authority over him.” Wendy Jensen simply shirked all responsibility.

“Don’t try to play tricks with me. You’re his mother. Can’t you make him do what you want?”

“If I could, we’d be meeting in Chicago, not San Francisco.”

Melanie Taylor agreed.

Since Finn Taylor refused to return to Chicago, it could only mean that he still held a grudge against the family.

“Why did you hand the position of Master Peregrine over to him since you guys don’t get along?”

Wendy Jensen shrugged. “What else would I do? My husband is dead, and my younger son is locked up. Someone from the family has to take over. Who else would fit those criteria?”

She wasn’t lying. That was what she had thought at first, yet fate played tricks on people.

She had only planned on finding a puppet she could control, but who would’ve thought that this puppet would grow to be so powerful?

“I don’t believe that you guys would hate each other so much. Let’s see what he picks between the position of Master Peregrine and his own mother.” Melanie Taylor then instructed her men to tie Wendy Jensen up before she took a photo and sent it over to the latter’s son.

She was giving him three days to think it through. In three days’ time, he had better give up the position of Master Peregrine or wait to collect his mother’s dead body.

That day, Finn Taylor busied himself with household chores as usual. Then, he received a notification that a parcel had arrived. ‘That’s strange. I don’t think I bought anything, but it’s true that I have bought quite a few things since moving here. Maybe it’s a free gift from one of those stores.’

He didn’t take the matter to heart and headed out to collect his parcel after arranging his things. When he arrived at the security post, he spotted Josie Meyer there too.

She was there to collect her parcel as well.

The world was small when one had enemies.

Josie Meyer didn’t hesitate to lash out. “How unlucky! I’m bumping into a tortoise as soon as I get out of the house.”

She was naturally referring to none other than Finn Taylor.

Her words were truly vicious, and the latter could no longer hold himself back. “I’m your savior. Don’t you feel bad for saying that about me?”

Josie Meyer knew that he was going to mention the event. “You just did what a man should. I didn’t think you would be so calculative and always talk about it.”

Finn Taylor shrugged indifferently. ‘It’s impossible to convince an unreasonable person. Although it was a trivial matter, and I don’t have to use it against the other all the time, I did save her after all. Even if you don’t thank me, the least you could do is not denigrate me. But listen to what you’re saying. It’s like I owe you something.’

“So you hate me for asking Andre Cavill not to send you back.”

“Who cares about that?” Although she said so, that was exactly what bothered her.

Both the roommates had just gotten to know Finn Taylor. In fact, she was better-looking than her roommate.

So why did Finn Taylor share such a good relationship with her roommate while treating her like an enemy?

She had been injured that night and needed someone to send her back. However, Finn Taylor had instructed his friend to send only Michelle Yeller back and not her.

Yes, he had made a special request as though it would be great trouble.

Yet, Josie Meyer had never considered how she had treated the man that day. Every word was an attack against Finn Taylor.

Since that was the case, it was perfectly fine for the latter to do the same.

‘Do you really think you’re so pretty that the world revolves around you? Do you mean that everyone who doesn’t do as you wish is a bad person? Why? Everyone leads difficult lives.’

“Tch, what did you buy? Why is the box so small?”

‘Sigh, Josie Meyer is starting to kick up a huge fuss over nothing again. How can she tell how good my things are just by the size of the box?’