The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine

Panda Novel

As he witnessed that sight, Finn Taylor flared up. ‘I don’t even dare to touch my wife. How dare she hit my wife in front of me? Does she have a death wish?’

That woman’s hand was getting closer to his wife’s face with every passing moment.

Ten centimeters.

Five centimeters.

Three centimeters.

Two centimeters.

One centimeter.

Just as that woman’s hand was about to land on Yvette Larson’s face, Finn Taylor grabbed that woman’s hand.

He panted loudly, trying to catch his breath—he was clearly exhausted. He felt as though he had expended all of his energy and had probably broken the world record for sprints.

He had covered such a long distance in such a short time.

“Why are you grabbing me?” The woman tried to struggle free from Finn Taylor’s grip, but her efforts were in vain. Thus, she yelled out.

Finn Taylor ignored her and slapped her back. ‘F*ck! How dare you slap my wife? I’ll slap you first!’

“Who are you? How dare you slap me?” This woman didn’t look like someone who could be trifled with. Naturally, she was fuming because Finn Taylor had slapped her.

She tried to salvage the situation by throwing her arm out at Finn Taylor, but the latter simply sneered and shoved the former to the ground.

Seeing that the woman had been beaten up, the dog seemed to be on a rampage and pounced at Finn Taylor.

‘I’m not going to let you do as you like, much less your dog.’ He simply stepped on that Teddy dog and kicked it around.

Seeing that her precious dog was being bullied, the woman flew into a rage. “How dare you kick my baby? I’ll fight it out with you!”

That woman rushed over, but Finn Taylor casually kicked the dog toward her.

The woman and her dog flew ten meters back before finally landing on the ground with a loud thud.

“How is it? Are you hurt?” Finn Taylor ignored the woman and her dog; he had only his wife on his mind.

“Nothing.” Afraid that her husband would worry, Yvette Larson quickly reassured him that she was fine.

“What’s the matter?” It was only right for men to stand up for their wives, and Finn Taylor was never afraid of getting into trouble. Even if his wife got herself into trouble, he would go all out to resolve it for her.

“I bumped into her and accidentally stepped on her dog. I apologized to her and even offered her 150 dollars, but she insisted on me bowing to her dog and even asked for 15,000 dollars.”

Finn Taylor exuded a chilling coldness. ‘Apologize to the dog? How did that woman even come up with that?’

Finn Taylor walked up to that woman and her dog.

“What are you doing? What do you want? Do you think you’re right? Your wife stepped on my baby.”

Finn Taylor sneered. “She was naturally wrong to have bumped into you, but she already apologized. You shouldn’t have used this as an excuse to force her to do so many things. Do you know how much she’s suffered? How dare you use your livestock to humiliate my wife? I’ll let you see what true livestock is like!”

Finn Taylor picked that dog up.

The puppy struggled frantically.

“Let go of my baby. What are you trying to do?”

Finn Taylor glanced at the dog in his arms, suddenly thinking of something. ‘Wait a minute! There’s no collar!’

“Is this dog really yours?”

A trace of panic flashed past that woman’s eyes at Finn Taylor’s question. “Of course, he’s mine!”

Finn Taylor’s intuition told him that something was definitely amiss. “Forget it. Since my wife has already apologized to you, I’ll pay you. Let me see your license.”

License—this word threw the woman into an even more frantic frenzy.

Finn Taylor grabbed her collar. “Don’t tell me that you don’t have a license. Is this dog even yours?”

That woman was so frightened by the other’s dominance that she finally spilled the truth. “I… That dog isn’t mine. I picked it up just now. I-I…”

The woman glanced at Finn Taylor.

The latter could tell that this woman was completely flustered. “Hehe. It’s not your dog, yet you dared to ask for 15,000 as compensation from my wife!”

“I-I was wrong. I just saw that she had an expensive bag in her hand and thought that she’d be rich, so I wanted to extort some money from her.”

Yvette Larson looked at the bag in her hand, and she thought about how she had gotten it.

At that time, she had gotten her husband to pick her up from the office for the very first time after he had left a good impression on her.

In the end, he humiliated her after the electric scooter’s battery had died. The very next day, he bought her a bag as an apology.

She had disregarded it then.

Now that some time had passed, she had taken it out without thinking much of it. This was the bag that Yvette Larson was holding right now.

“Is my bag very expensive?” Yvette Larson was stunned. She suddenly realized that her husband was surprising again and again.

“I work at a boutique. An authentic bag like that costs 30,000 dollars.”

“30,000?” Yvette Larson was stumped, and she glanced at her husband. “Didn’t you say that this bag cost only 30 dollars?”

‘Er…’ Finn Taylor’s eyes were still on that woman. “You slapped my wife, forced her to apologize, and even tried to extort her! Hurry up and kneel down to her!”

He landed a kick straight on that woman’s calf.

She bent over in pain and fell on her knees.

Still, Finn Taylor didn’t let her off. ‘How dare you spill my secrets? Go to hell!’

He threw his fist over—this punch would cripple the woman for the rest of her life.

Her lungs had already been damaged. She would live the rest of her life with unceasing and untreatable coughs. Nonetheless, such a small punishment meant nothing when compared to what she had demanded of Yvette Larson.

‘She’s Master Peregrine’s wife. How dare you make her bow to a stupid dog? If Peregrine Hall hears of this, it won’t just be you who’ll get hurt. Your whole family will be dead!’ Finn Taylor picked up his wife’s hand. “Let’s go; I’ll treat you to a meal.”

As she walked beside him, she punched him repeatedly. “Tell me about this bag first! What’s going on?”

“What else do we have at home? Is there anything else I think is cheap but is actually very, very expensive?”

Finn Taylor chuckled. “Me, of course! I’m nothing but a useless matrilocal son-in-law in the eyes of many others, but let me tell you—I’m actually Master Peregrine. The four guardians are my subordinates, and I can get anything I want just by making my request known. I have billions of dollars under my name. In fact, I can control the whole world’s economy if I want to.”

Yvette Larson couldn’t help but chuckle as she listened to her husband. “Hahaha, continue telling me more lies. I think you’re getting more convincing with your stories. Why don’t I register you for a social media account? You can write all of your stories out there. What do you think of the name ‘Heaven’s Justice?'”

Finn Taylor gave it some thought. ‘Heaven’s Justice? That sounds quite good.’