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The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine-Chapter 319 - Examination
Chapter 319: Examination
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Linda James was still Linda James after all. The meal hadnβt changed anything. π³rπ²πwπππ―πΡ΅π²l.πoο½
She wanted to buy an excessively priced outfit, but her daughter refused, and the only thing she knew to do was throw a tantrum.
Of course, Finn Taylor was already used to that.
βMom, can you stop crying? I didnβt say that I wouldnβt buy it for you.β With that, he got ready to wire transfer the money over.
But he had no sooner taken out his phone than it was snatched away by his wife. βNo, youβre not allowed to buy it. Mom, nobody is denying that youβve made valuable contributions to the family, but have you ever thought about what buying this outfit signifies? Youβre just materialistic and want everyoneβs eyes to be on you when you attend the wedding. You want them to know that youβre rich, right? But do you think thatβs worth it?β
Finn Taylor felt that his wife was wasting her breath.?βDo you really think you can reason it out with her? If you could, she wouldnβt have treated me in that way over the past three years.β
βSigh, all I want to do is buy an outfit. Canβt I do even that?β Linda James was now rolling on the ground.
The other two members of the household arrived.
Even with the whole family staring at her, Linda James felt no shame at all. In fact, her acting got even more intense.
Finn Taylor pulled his wife to the side. βForget it. If money solves the problem, itβs no problem at all.β
Money didnβt mean a thing to Finn Taylor. There was no need to fight with his mother-in-law over money.
βNo. If you give in to her this time, history will repeat itself.β For some reason, Yvette Larson was resolute this time. βMom, how much do you need?β
β20,000.β
Finn Taylor was thinking that his wife might agree to it if her mother were to offer a smaller sum. However, Linda James was too unreasonable.
βForget it. You two can fight it out; I canβt convince either of you.β
β20,000βjust 20,000. Hurry up and transfer it to me.β
βNo way. Finn, Iβll chase you out if you give Mom any money today.β
Finn Taylor remained silent. He hadnβt expected to be caught in the middle.
βYvette, t-this outfit is actuallyβ¦β Francis Larson stuttered. It seemed like he had something to say.
βDad, do you mean you support Mom buying it too? But it costs 20,000!β Yvette Larson hadnβt expected her usually frugal father to agree to her momβs request.
βThis outfit looks very much like an outfit that your mom wanted to buy before our wedding. It was just that we didnβt have money at that time. I actually support your mom getting this outfit.β
Nobody had expected this backstory.
Still, Yvette Larson was suspicious. βDad, donβt tell me you made up a story to help Mom.β
βNo, of course not. I wouldnβt lie to you.β
In Yvette Larsonβs memory, her father had never lied to her. It seemed like he was telling the truth.
βGet up. Iβll buy it for you.β
Linda James immediately got up.
Yvette Larson handed the phone back to her husband, who immediately transferred 20,000 dollars over to his mother-in-law.
The transaction was a success, and the outfit was to be delivered that afternoon.
A smile was plastered on Linda Jamesβs face.
To be honest, this was the first time Finn Taylor had ever spotted such a sincere smile on her face. This could only mean that his father-in-law hadnβt made that story up.
β¦
That afternoon.
A security officer arrived at Number One Pacific Heights with a delivery man. βMr. Taylor, thereβs a delivery for you. He says that itβs expensive and that you have to do a check on the item before signing off for it.β
Finn Taylor nodded. βYes, itβs me. Come on in.β
The security officer was shocked; he had never expected the other to invite him into the house.
This was Number One Pacific Heightsβthe most expensive and luxurious house in San Francisco! He was nothing more than a mere security officer, yet the other had invited him in!
βNo wonder all the security officers are full of praises for Mr. Taylor. So many wealthy families live on Pacific Heights, but Mr. Taylor is the only one who ever greets us. Thatβs really amazing.β
The delivery man brought the item in and smiled slightly guiltily. βIβm sorry, but I have a shameless request. Because itβs so expensive, Iβll turn on my camera while you open the box to examine it.β
Finn Taylor nodded in agreement. It was best that they all kept their guards up. After all, it was worth 20,000 dollars.
Once the delivery man switched on his camera, he opened the box.
In that instant, everyone was stunned.
βYou do it, Yvette.β
Yvette Larson was a woman and had a better understanding of clothes.
Finn Taylor had seen his wife analyzing her clothes in the bedroom for a long time today too. To be honest, he was moved by the sight. It proved one thing: he hadnβt married the wrong woman.
He was filthy rich. Any other woman wouldβve become a spendthrift, but not his wife.
She insisted on running her company well and making a name for herself as a strong and independent woman. She didnβt want to be a piece of trash that only relied on her husband.
This was why she could spend 20,000 on an outfit.
Still, she analyzed it carefully. There was no way she would spend her money carelessly.
Yvette Larson took the outfit out of the box and examined it closely, not missing any detail.
On the other hand, the owner of the outfitβLinda Jamesβsimply stood by the side. She wanted to take the outfit out to have a look at it, but her daughter quickly put a stop to that. βDonβt touch it.β
Linda James was slightly confused. βBut itβs mine.β
βNobody is fighting with you over it, but donβt touch it before weβre done examining it. Weβll have trouble if you damage it.β
Her mom was speechless.?βDo I have needles on my hands? Why would I damage the dress? I just want to have a look at it.β
βSigh, donβt think too much about it. Your daughter paid for the outfit, so just listen to her.β
Linda James could only comfort herself inwardly.?βI didnβt spend a single cent on this. I better just shut up.β
Finally, after more than an hourβs examination, Yvette Larson nodded. βThereβs nothing wrong with this. Iβll sign off for it.β
She had been way more detailed than the delivery man had expected, and his forehead was full of sweat.. Hearing her words, he finally let out a sigh of relief.