The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine

Panda Novel

Yvette Larson was at a loss for words upon hearing her mom’s logic. ‘Mom is really ridiculous. Even though I’m her daughter, I can’t stand it any longer. Finn bought this house, so what does it have to do with us? She’s kicking up such a huge fuss just for one reason—for Finn to acknowledge that this house is mine.’

“Mom, can you stop? The guests will be here soon. Do you want to have such a huge argument in front of our guests?” With that, Yvette Larson dragged her husband away, not giving her mother the chance to continue.

Linda James was furious with her daughter’s actions. ‘Why do I have such a stupid daughter? Don’t you know that it’s most important to have control over your husband’s wallet? Since I don’t like Finn Taylor, it’s only a matter of time before you guys get a divorce. We must get this house under our names before chasing him out.’

…

Over at the Larson family’s side, Quince Larson, Eleanor Larson, and the rest of the family were already waiting at the Larson family’s residence.

“Yvette Larson said that she’d send a car over for us. Why isn’t it here yet?” Quince Larson glanced at his watch.

Eleanor Larson glanced at it—it was a Rolex worth tens of thousands at the very least. “Brother, you’re doing quite well. You’ve even managed to buy a Rolex.”

Quince Larson was arrogant. “Do you remember the business deal that I secured last year? I got my reward and bought myself this Rolex. I have to say that a Rolex is a Rolex after all. It’s so comfortable wearing it.”

Quince Larson purposely exposed the watch to show it off to the Larson family.

Eleanor Larson’s principle was to inflate her cousin’s ego at all costs. ‘I’ll wait until the day you can’t boost your ego any further. That will be my day to shine.’

It was the two cousins’ different goals that had created this scene.

Just then, a bus stopped in front of the Larson family’s residence.

“Are you Finn Taylor’s guests? Please get in.”

With that, all of the Larson family members got up on the bus.

Once they were all on the bus, they moved off. Then, the bus drove toward Gavin Kleine’s house.

There, Yvette Larson’s classmates were waiting. They had already been waiting at the entrance of Gavin Kleine’s neighborhood for a good half an hour, but they had neither seen nor heard anything.

Someone panicked. “Do you think that Yvette Larson was lying to us? Maybe she hasn’t even bought a house.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Look, it’s been half an hour, but we haven’t even heard anything from them. San Francisco isn’t that big. How far could their house be for the bus not to be here yet?”

“Don’t tell me that she bought a house in the suburbs!”

Pfft!

Everyone burst out into laughter at that suggestion.

Just then, the bus finally arrived.

Like he had done earlier, the driver shouted at them, “Do you know Finn Taylor? If so, please get in.”

The classmates glanced at each other, and the person who had doubted Yvette Larson earlier said, “Oh, they’ve actually come to pick us up. Let’s go and have a look at what house she’s bought.”

Then, he got up onto the bus.

Gavin Kleine remained silent the entire time.

As they got on, they realized that others were already on the bus.

After realizing that it was the Larson family of San Francisco, the classmates wisely chose to stay silent.

While the Larson family fought with each other, they would never let outsiders speak ill of them.

Seeing that everyone had gotten on board, the bus driver stepped on his accelerator and headed toward Pacific Heights.

When the passengers realized that they were indeed headed for the suburbs, the disdain on their faces was evident.

However, that disdain quickly turned into confusion. This was because the bus was headed toward the suburbs, but they hadn’t gone onto the road heading for the suburbs. Instead, they were traveling along a road that led only to Pacific Heights.

At that moment, a wild thought flashed past everyone’s mind. But after giving it some thought, they realized that Yvette Larson’s family would never be able to afford a villa at Pacific Heights.

As such, they calmed down yet again. ‘We must be taking a shortcut.’

But this thought was quickly proven wrong once the bus headed up Pacific Heights.

“Huh? Why are we driving up Pacific Heights? Didn’t Yvette Larson’s family buy a normal second-hand property?” Someone finally spoke up.

“Are we headed in the wrong direction?”

“Hey, are you sure you were supposed to pick us up?”

The driver continued along the road, thinking that he was about to reach his destination.

However, he immediately reacted the moment he heard those words—he slammed on his brakes. ‘F*ck! I picked up the wrong people? That’s impossible! It’s the owner of Number One Pacific Heights hosting a party! I’ll be doomed if I picked the wrong people up!’

The driver took out a name list and looked at his passengers. “Who’s Quince Larson?”

“Me.” Quince Larson raised his hand.

“Let me check your identification card.”

Quince Larson thought that this was ridiculous, but realizing that this was a driver from the Pacific Heights neighborhood, the former didn’t dare to go against his orders. As such, he handed his identification card over.

The driver compared it to his name list. ‘I didn’t make a mistake.’

“Who’s Gavin Kleine?”

“Me,” Gavin Kleine answered.

“What are you waiting for? Where’s your identification card?”

Gavin Kleine was terribly displeased with the driver’s attitude, thinking that the driver had embarrassed him in front of his classmates. Nonetheless, he had no choice but to take his identification card out.

After glancing at it, the driver confirmed that the second batch of passengers he had picked up were the right people too.

“No, I didn’t make a mistake.” With that, he returned to his seat and headed up the hill.

While the driver was calm, the passengers were not. ‘What does he mean? He didn’t pick the wrong people up? Does that mean that Yvette Larson’s house is really at Pacific Heights? But how is that possible?’

Everyone present knew full well just how expensive a villa at Pacific Heights was.

‘Maybe we’ll believe you if you say that Yvette Larson’s family managed to buy a second-hand property after scrimping and saving for decades. But there’s no way they would’ve been able to buy a villa at Pacific Heights!’

The vehicle rolled on, and it passed the midway point, finally reaching the area where the top hundred villas were.

At this, someone exploded. “No, this is a plot! Yvette Larson wants us to trespass on private property, get our limbs chopped off, and thrown off Pacific Heights!”