"You're back. What took you so long? Why are you only back now?" Yvette Larson rushed into her husband's arms as she pounded his chest.

In an instant, all of their previous misunderstandings melted away.

Finn Taylor stroked his wife's hair and comforted her. "Don't worry; I'm here. Nobody will dare to bully you anymore."

With her significant other's assurances, Yvette Larson finally put her heart at rest.

"Come on. Let's go home." Finn Taylor picked up his wife's hand, and they headed for Number One Pacific Heights.

When their car arrived at the foot of Pacific Heights, Finn Taylor received a message from Hunter Sullivan.

Previously, Finn Taylor had instructed Hunter Sullivan to look for Yvette Larson and Donovan Taylor.

He wasn't going to let the latter off.

He had already held it in for decades. Over the years, he had let the latter off on account of their blood relations. But this time, his brother had gone too far.

Hunter Sullivan's message was to inform him that Donovan Taylor had been caught.

Finn Taylor's gaze darkened as he read the message. 'How many years has it been? I've been humiliated in the Taylor family and have been treated so unfairly and badly all because of him. A saint and a jinx? I'll see how a saint—Donovan Taylor—goes down on his knees to beg me for mercy today.'

"What's wrong?" Yvette Larson could sense that something was amiss. Her sixth sense told her that something major was going to happen.

"I'm going to deal with someone."

Yvette Larson didn't try to stop her husband and only said, "Be careful." Then, she got out of the car and walked toward Number One Pacific Heights.

Finn Taylor couldn't help but feel moved as he watched his wife walk off into the distance. No matter what happened, this woman had always chosen to stand on his side without fail.

He slammed on the accelerator, flying toward the address that Hunter Sullivan had sent him as rage pulsed through his veins.

Donovan Taylor was being locked up in a small, dilapidated hut. His whole body was trembling, and it was clear he was flustered. "Hunter Sullivan, do you have a death wish? Don't you know who I am?"

Hunter Sullivan stood before Donovan Taylor and landed a slap on his face. "Finn Taylor, when are you going to return the money that you owe me?"

Donovan Taylor felt his blood boil. 'Hunter Sullivan is nothing but a dog that Peregrine Hall owns. How dare he slap Master Peregrine?'

"B*stard! How many times have I told you that I'm not Finn Taylor? I'm Donovan Taylor! Hunter Sullivan, you're from Peregrine Hall too. Can't you tell us apart?"

Hunter Sullivan landed another vicious slap on Donovan Taylor's face. "Stop bullsh*tting! Who in Peregrine Hall doesn't know that it's Finn Taylor who's in San Francisco? Donovan Taylor is in the dark pool!"

The latter was on the brink of tears when he heard that. He quickly explained, "No, no. I offended too many of my enemies, and they're after my life. Grandma got Finn Taylor to live under my name so that he could inherit the title of Master Peregrine. She even sent him to the dark pool and spread news about it to fool my enemies into thinking that I was in the dark pool. On the other hand, I secretly came to San Francisco to pretend to be that piece of trash."

Hunter Sullivan pretended to be shocked. "Are you really Donovan Taylor? But aren't you afraid that you'll kill Finn Taylor by doing this?"

Donovan Taylor rolled his eyes. "That piece of trash is a jinx. So what if he dies? To the Taylor family, it won't be any different from a dog dying. It's no big deal."

"Is that so?" Just then, a stern and domineering voice sounded throughout the room.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room—including Hunter Sullivan—fell on their knees.

Finn Taylor strolled over.

Hunter Sullivan was still on the ground as he greeted, "Greetings, Eldest Young Master."

'Eldest Young Master?' Hunter Sullivan's words were a rude awakening for Donovan Taylor. 'Hunter Sullivan was toying with me this whole time. He knows exactly who I am. He was just pretending not to know so that I'd be scared.'

"Hunter Sullivan, you b*stard!"

Finn Taylor helped Hunter Sullivan up as he nodded at the latter. Then, his gaze fell on his brother. "Long time no see, Saint."

His emphasis was on the word 'saint.'

It was full of sarcasm, but unfortunately, Donovan Taylor didn't pick up on that. "Humph! Since you know that I'm a saint to the Taylor family, you'd better hurry up and let me go. I'm going to tell Grandma about this. Let's wait and see how she deals with you!"

Hunter Sullivan simply shut his eyes the moment he heard those words. 'How could there be such stupid people in this world? Finn Taylor and Donovan Taylor may be twins, but they're worlds apart. One of them is a ferocious tiger stalking its prey, while the other is just a useless stray dog.'

"Beat him up!" That was all Finn Taylor said.

The men behind Hunter Sullivan rushed forward and started kicking and punching Donovan Taylor fiercely.

Everyone knew perfectly well that this was their chance to prove themselves. As long as they made full use of this opportunity, they stood to gain a whole lot from Finn Taylor.

Naturally, nobody wanted to miss out on that.

…

At the same time, Yvette Larson returned home.

A group had gathered at the foot of Pacific Heights. Of course, Frida Cameron was at the head of the group. "Does that piece of trash live here? I thought he was living in a pigpen, but it seems like he's enjoying his life here."

'Enjoying his life?' Wendy Jensen didn't even know how to respond to that. 'Finn Taylor married into the Larson family, became a joke to the whole of San Francisco, and had even been bullied and humiliated by the Taylor family for the past three years. But now, Frida Cameron is saying that he was enjoying his life here! Is this what a good life is in her eyes?'

With Frida Cameron leading the way, the few dozen men headed up the hill.

Of course, the security officers rushed up as soon as they saw a group of strangers heading into the Pacific Heights neighborhood.

"Scram!" Frida Cameron shouted tyrannically.

This naturally infuriated the security officers. They were about to fight back when someone in black behind Frida Cameron took something out of his pocket.

One of the older security officers quickly stepped out of the way respectfully.

While the other security officers were still trying to block the group's path, they quickly stepped aside after being chided by the older security officer.

Frida Cameron stomped off arrogantly toward the top of the hill.

The senior security officer couldn't help but feel astounded as he watched the group disappear into the distance.'People from Peregrine Hall are here. Why would they be here? The Taylor family of Peregrine Hall. Finn Taylor, the owner of Number One Pacific Heights. Could it be…'

The senior security officer felt as though he had discovered a secret and quickly headed for the Gold family's residence.

The Gold family had already extended their reach to San Francisco a long time ago, but they had simply inserted some trivial characters there to keep it from others.

In fact, this old security officer was from the Gold family.

'I have to tell Third Master Gold all about this huge secret!'