The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine

Chapter 290: What’s Going On?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Where’s David Sullivan?” Having dealt with those irrelevant people, Hunter Sullivan was now looking for the person-in-charge. ‘Why am I even paying him if he can’t even resolve such a small matter?’

“David isn’t here in the office.” Seeing how incensed Hunter Sullivan was, nobody dared to say a word. Eventually, Yvette Larson was the one who spoke up.

“Are you all fools? Why can’t you handle such a trivial matter? Thank god Ms. Larson wasn’t hurt today. I’ll make sure you pay with your lives if anything happens to her!” Although he wasn’t from the Larson Corporation, it didn’t bother him to lecture the employees here. After all, many of the employees had come from his company or the other three guardians’.

The four guardians stood on the same line—everyone knew that.

Hunter Sullivan finally let out a smile as he turned to face Master Peregrine’s wife. “Are you feeling alright, Ms. Larson?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” stated Yvette Larson, afraid that the other would continue reprimanding her employees.

“That’s good. It’s only because Ms. Larson is speaking up for you today. Otherwise…” As soon as he finished his sentence, Hunter Sullivan bid farewell to his boss’s wife and left.

The atmosphere changed immediately, and everyone buried their heads in their work without a care or worry.

Just as Yvette Larson was sighing, not knowing what to do, two more people entered the office—Finn Taylor and his mother.

Seeing her husband, the young lady’s tears flowed down uncontrollably.

The latter knew that her husband had always been the one resolving her troubles. This time, she was determined to solve them before he returned so that he’d change her mind about her.

However, Yvette Larson had never imagined that troubles would come wave after wave, giving her no time to even take a breather. It was only then that she realized how difficult it had been for her partner to solve all her issues alone.

“Finn!” Yvette Larson rushed forward into her spouse’s embrace.

There had been rumors that the couple didn’t share a good relationship, but this scene dispelled all those rumors.

“Shouldn’t you look at where you are before you behave so intimately?” Wendy Jensen ruined the mood.

Her daughter-in-law was so frightened that she immediately let go and hid behind her spouse, her face flushed red.

Yvette Larson had met her mother-in-law once—it had left a deep impression on her.

Finn Taylor’s mother was a strong and independent woman. She strolled around the office and picked up several documents before putting them down.

“What’s with the atmosphere here? Has my daughter-in-law mistreated you?”

‘Daughter-in-law?’

As soon as those words left Wendy Jensen’s mouth, many turned to glance at her with curiosity in their eyes. Everyone knew that Yvette Larson’s husband was nothing but a useless matrilocal son-in-law. ‘If Yvette Larson is her daughter-in-law, she must be the mother of that matrilocal son-in-law!’

“My darling daughter-in-law, why don’t you explain yourself?”

Yvette Larson grabbed hold of her husband’s hand in fear—she was at a complete loss.

“What, are you going to help to solve the problem?” Finn Taylor couldn’t help but chuckle as he turned to his mother.

“Since I’m planning to stay here for the long term, I don’t want to be plagued by troubles all the time.”

Of course, her son would never believe that. However, he didn’t interrupt his mother.

“Alright then. Go ahead if you want to.” Finn Taylor patted his wife’s hand and nodded. “Tell us what happened.”

Her eyes met his, and she saw determination in his gaze. “Oh, ok.”

Yvette Larson continued, “Almost 80% of our contracts have been terminated. Even if we sue them, it’ll take about a year and a half before we receive our compensation. We can’t afford to wait that long.”

Wendy Jensen chuckled and picked up her phone. “Do me a favor and announce that I’ve become the financial consultant of San Francisco’s Larson Corporation.”

Less than five minutes after she hung up, Yvette Larson’s secretary ran in with the phone.

“Ms. Larson, there’s a call from you. It’s from Chicago—they say they want a collaboration.”

And this was only the beginning.

The ten landlines that were open to the public were overwhelmed with calls. Almost every company in the entire country was raring to work with the Larson Corporation, even begging the latter to accept their proposal. There were even those who proposed to split the profits 1:9!

‘This…’ Yvette Larson was baffled. ‘Just one phone call—she managed to solve my problem with just one call. Didn’t those small families from San Francisco think that we’d go bankrupt without them?’

“Is there anything else you need help with?”

“Because our projects were terminated, the bank has already asked for repayment on the loans that were supposed to be due next year.”

“Do you have the manager’s business card?”

“Yes.” Yvette Larson ran into the office to retrieve the manager’s business card.

Her mother-in-law glanced at it before making another phone call. “Eugene Smith, you’re really something. I think we should end our friendship here. What? You’re asking me what’s wrong? Don’t you know what’s happened? My daughter-in-law’s company borrowed 300 million dollars from your bank, and it’s only due next year, but you guys are already chasing her for payment. Do you think that we won’t be able to repay the loans? Fine, I’ll give you 700 million dollars. Take the extra as interest. Let’s have nothing to do with each other from now on. An apology? Why would I need an apology? We’re just returning the money we owe you. Five minutes? Fine, I’ll give you five minutes. If you don’t resolve it by then, I’ll make sure you lose your job.”

Wendy Jensen then hung up.

Time ticked by.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Four minutes.

Just before five minutes were up, Yvette Larson’s phone rang.

It was the manager from the bank. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Larson; it was my fault. I shouldn’t have chased you for repayment of your loans when they’re only due next year. Please allow me to express my sincere apologies to you and your employees.”

Shock!

Utter shock.

Yvette Larson was completely speechless and at a loss for words! She had spent days mulling over how to resolve the situation with the bank, but it was to no avail. The company didn’t even have enough assets to return that much money, yet her mother-in-law had resolved it with just one phone call.

“Is there anything else bothering you?”