Finn Taylor's gaze was set firmly on the food kiosk boss.

The latter smiled bitterly. "Sir, don't joke around. What kind of identity could I possibly have? I'm just a lowly boss of a food kiosk."

Finn Taylor sneered. "I threw the packet of cigarettes at you at such great speed, but you managed to catch it. That shows that you must've been trained in martial arts. Even when I announced my identity earlier, those three men were so frightened that they started trembling. Yet, you remained calm. You must've been a prominent figure in the past too."

"You've chosen to hide yourself like that and don't even fight back or speak up when others bully you. Who are you? What have you been through?"

Finn Taylor's words seemed to strike a chord with the boss. It seemed like these words had brought back some memories.

The boss took a cigarette from Finn Taylor's packet, lit it, and smiled bitterly. "Little brother, listen to my advice. There's always someone greater than you. You'd better lie low and not do something like having 100 men waiting outside for you again."

Hearing those words, Finn Taylor could tell that there was more to this man. 'Who is he? What has he been through?'

Finn Taylor wanted to ask him more questions, but the boss left with the cigarette still between his lips. Thus, he could only helplessly shake his head as he turned to Zane Yeller and pointed at the boss. "Investigate him."

The latter nodded.

"Have you found out who was the one behind that jade piece?"

"Heather Larson."

Finn Taylor had initially thought that it would've been Quince Larson, Eleanor Larson, Quinn Larson, or Hilary Stone. However, it had been none of them! Instead, it was Heather Larson!

She was the most capable woman in the Larson family and was of the same generation as Finn Taylor's wife. However, she was older and had gone abroad for her studies a long time ago.

Now, she had settled down in New York and was doing well for herself in a listed company.

This woman was part of the Larson family, yet she didn't seem like part of the Larson family.

That was because she was a Larson but hadn't returned in years.

She didn't own any fewer assets than the Larson family, and that was why many thought that she wouldn't be interested in fighting over the Larson family's inheritance.

Moreover, branch families usually had no way of inheriting the family if not for special situations.

"Not only did she target Ma'am, but she even targeted Quince Larson, Eleanor Larson, and Quinn Larson."

Finn Taylor's gaze got even colder. 'This woman wants to kill all of the Larson family's third-generation members, but that makes sense. If the Larson family has no other heirs, the family will eventually end up in the branch families' hands. Heather Larson is also the most outstanding amongst them and has the highest chance of heading the family.'

"Which company is she working for?"

"Spring Property Management. It belongs to the Sinclair family of New York."

'The Sinclair family of New York.' Finn Taylor frowned and eventually spat out, "Matthew Sinclair?"

"Yes."

Matthew Sinclair was the head of New York's Sinclair family. He had crossed paths with Finn Taylor before.

'Interesting! It's getting more interesting.' Suddenly, Finn Taylor shot a glance over. "Don't tell me that you called me over just to meet those people?"

Zane Yeller was far from his usual self and looked a little awkward.

Finn Taylor flared up. 'That must be the case! Does he know how important today is? Yvette allowed me to move into her bedroom today, and you nearly ruined that!'

"Punish yourself for this."

Zane Yeller dared not voice any objections and nodded in agreement.

As Finn Taylor walked out of the food kiosk, he glanced around, looking for the boss.

'This person definitely isn't as simple as he appears to be.' Finn Taylor was terribly curious about him. Unfortunately, he didn't see anyone.

By the time Finn Taylor arrived home, all the lights had been switched off. However, he didn't dare to switch on the lights for fear of waking his wife.

Thankfully, the moon was shining brightly, and he could still find his way around without switching the lights on.

As he walked upstairs and arrived at the door, Finn Taylor took a deep breath in.

Even in the most challenging and pressing situations, Master Peregrine was never afraid. Yet, he felt his heart thumping rapidly. He was feeling a little anxious!

Finn Taylor pushed the door open and saw that a night light was still switched on.

He knew that his wife was a little timid and would always leave a night light on even when she was asleep.

With the light from the lamp, Finn Taylor could see that she had drawn a red line on the bed.

Yvette Larson was on one side of the red line, while the other side of the red line was completely empty.

Obviously, his wife had left that for him.

Actually, Yvette Larson had thought about it for a long time after returning home alone.

Very soon, she would have to share a bed with her husband. To be honest, she couldn't really accept that, but she had already promised him and couldn't go back on her word.

She had already agreed to let her husband move into her room. Of course, she could ask him to sleep on the floor. In fact, she could even generously choose to take the floor.

But after a long time, she gave up on that thought. She felt that she would be going back on her word if she were to do so.

In that situation, her relationship with her husband would definitely break down.

This was how she had come up with such a perfect solution.

The moment Finn Taylor got up onto the bed, he could feel his wife moving slightly.

'Is she still awake?' That was Finn Taylor's first thought. As such, he started observing her.

He realized that her eyelashes were still trembling slightly. 'As expected, she's still awake.'

"Are you hungry?" asked Finn Taylor suddenly, but his wife ignored him.

She continued with her act.

"Shall we go out for some grilled chicken?"

Yvette Larson remained still, but she was already itching to get out of bed.

"No? How about fried chicken?"

Finally, Yvette Larson could no longer hold herself in. She got up and threw her pillow at her husband.

Everything happened in a split second—it seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye.

"Why are you making so much noise? I can't even sleep well."

Finn Taylor stuck his hand out to pinch his wife's face. "Were you staying up to wait for me?"

His significant other naturally denied everything and rolled her eyes. "Nonsense. I was already asleep, but you woke me up."

"Is that so?" said Finn Taylor and remained silent after that. He kept his eyes on Yvette Larson's.

She had initially met her husband's gaze, but very quickly, she turned away.

A liar would never be able to look directly into someone else's eyes.

"Oh right. When is the Travelers Club gathering?" Finn Taylor didn't want the atmosphere to be too awkward and changed the topic.

Now that they were talking about the Travelers Club, Yvette Larson seemed different.