Finn Taylor walked up to Frida Cameron.

This terrified the old lady, and her gaze was filled with terror.

She suddenly spotted someone in the room, and she calmed down right away.

This person was none other than Maximus Brugel. He walked into the room and glanced at Finn Taylor. "You're out."

"Yes, Master." Finn Taylor had to respect the brains of Peregrine Hall.

Maximus Brugel had taught Finn Taylor a lot. Without him, the latter never would've gotten to where he was today.

"Alright, do what you want then."

Finn Taylor nodded and walked out. 'With Master here, I won't do anything to my grandmother. But if that old lady still doesn't know her place, I will let her know what regret tastes like.'

Seeing that her grandson was gone, Frida Cameron finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you still think that Finn Taylor is a piece of trash?"

The old lady put on a calm and composed face in the face of Maximus Brugel's question. 'It's only because I had nobody to protect me earlier that I felt threatened by Finn Taylor. Otherwise, there would be no way I would've ever gotten afraid of that piece of trash.'

"I said that he's a jinx who's here to ruin our family!"

"Just because of what that monk told you? Have you ever thought about it? Don't you think someone bribed that monk to say that so that the two brothers would be pitted against each other and try to kill each other?"

"Are you joking with me? Do you really think that someone set this up? It would've taken decades for them to know if they'd even succeed in their attempt!"

Maximus Brugel sighed inwardly. 'Peregrine Hall had been so powerful, and the Taylor family had been unrivaled. It isn't impossible for someone to try to take the Taylor family down by setting up a trap that would play out over several decades. But by now, Frida Cameron is already clouded by her own irrationality. She isn't going to listen no matter how much anyone else tries to convince her otherwise.'

After leaving the Taylor family's residence, Finn Taylor headed straight for the airport and flew back to San Francisco as quickly as possible.

As for the old lady of the Taylor family, she didn't remain idle either.

The next day, word got around that Donovan Taylor had disappeared from the dark pool. Very quickly, the people that Donovan Taylor had offended geared up once again.

Suddenly, Donovan Taylor's life was in danger. Of course, the old lady was never going to take that lying down.

She boarded her private plane for San Francisco. On the one hand, it was to warn that piece of trash—Finn Taylor—that he'd always be the Taylor family's jinx. On the other hand, it was also to pick Donovan Taylor up.

No matter how much those people hated Donovan Taylor, there was no way they'd dare to make trouble at the Taylor family's residence. After all, the Taylor family still helmed Peregrine Hall.

Upon landing in San Francisco, Finn Taylor rushed toward Number One Pacific Heights.

His heart was pounding in his chest. Although he hadn't said anything about this in the Taylor family's residence, he had already obtained his answer from his grandmother's expression.

Donovan Taylor had indeed come to San Francisco.

Finn Taylor was terrified that his wife would mistake his brother for him and that something would happen. But what greeted him at Number One Pacific Heights was Diane Taylor chasing him out with a broom.

He was stunned, but he instinctively caught the broom. "Diane, what are you doing?"

Because she hadn't struck him down, Diane Taylor was trembling in fear. After all, 'Finn Taylor' had sent chills down her spine just the day before.

"Diane, did someone who looks identical to me come over? What did he do to you guys?"

Although Diane Taylor didn't understand him, she backed away, not daring to say a word.

Hearing the commotion, Francis Larson and Linda James headed out as well. When they spotted Finn Taylor, fear was written all over their faces.

At that very moment, Finn Taylor was certain that his twin had visited their house. Otherwise, there was no way Linda James would be so afraid of him.

"Diane, come here. Tell me where Yvette is."

Of course, Diane Taylor wasn't going to reveal anything. She stood by Linda James and Francis Larson.

If Finn Taylor dared to do anything to them, they would charge forward together to beat him up.

The family's son-in-law was in despair. 'It seems like I'm not going to get anything out of them.'

As such, he decided to look for Hunter Sullivan.

…

At the same time, Yvette Larson—who was hiding at her best friend's house—opened the fridge. She turned to Clarine Landon helplessly. "Is there nothing left to eat?"

Clarine Landon gave a sheepish smile. She wasn't in the habit of cooking at home, so it was only natural for the fridge to be empty. At the very most, there were some drinks stocked up there.

Yvette Larson had turned up here in complete fear and had even told her best friend all about what the fake Finn Taylor had done to her.

This scared the two women so much that they dared not take a single step out of the house. Yet, they had eaten everything they could possibly eat at home.

Now, they had no choice but to go out. Thus, the two women put on their hats and masks, glancing around carefully before heading out.

But as soon as she opened the door, Clarine Landon let out a piercing scream, and Yvette Larson quickly shut the door.

That fake Finn Taylor was right at their doorstep!

'Damn it! How did that guy find us?'

Finn Taylor rubbed his nose as he waited by the door. 'It looks like Yvette was hit hard."

"About that, I'm real," Finn Taylor said, not knowing if his wife would understand what he was saying.

But he had to clear the air—that previous Finn Taylor wasn't him.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"His name is Donovan Taylor; he's my younger brother. My real name is Timothy Taylor."

Yvette Larson caught the general idea of what her husband was getting at. For some reason, the man outside felt familiar.

Her instincts told her that he was the real one. As such, she walked up and was about to open the door.

That was when Clarine Landon slapped her hand. "Don't open it. Who knows if that person outside is the real Finn Taylor? What if he's lying to you?"

Clarine Landon glanced outside and yelled out, "Prove yourself."

Finn Taylor frowned. 'Prove myself? How am I supposed to do that?'

After giving it some thought, he finally spoke up. "As two become one, I take you with your faults and your strengths. I offer myself to you with my faults and my strengths. I will help you when you need help and turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person I will spend my life with. Yvette, marry me!"

Upon hearing this, Yvette Larson stiffened. Those words were all too familiar to her—they were the words Finn Taylor had said to her when he had won the prize at the Larson family's outing.

At the thought of that, Yvette Larson couldn't help but think of that fat sum of prize money. It was supposed to be theirs, but her grandpa—Joseph Larson—had said that it was only right for the money to go to the Larson family since they had gone on the outing together.

As such, the money was still at the Larson family's residence.

At that moment, Yvette Larson was sure of the identity of the person outside—he was the real Finn Taylor.

Yvette Larson pushed the door open, and her tears uncontrollably fell as her eyes met her husband's.