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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nAs he witnessed that sight, Finn Taylor flared up. ‘I don’t even dare to touch my wife. How dare she hit my wife in front of me? Does she have a death wish?’

nThat woman’s hand was getting closer to his wife’s face with every passing moment.

nTen centimeters.

nFive centimeters.

nThree centimeters.

nTwo centimeters.

nOne centimeter.

nJust as that woman’s hand was about to land on Yvette Larson’s face, Finn Taylor grabbed that woman’s hand.

nHe panted loudly, trying to catch his breath—he was clearly exhausted. He felt as though he had expended all of his energy and had probably broken the world record for sprints.

nHe had covered such a long distance in such a short time.

n“Why are you grabbing me?” The woman tried to struggle free from Finn Taylor’s grip, but her efforts were in vain. Thus, she yelled out.

nFinn Taylor ignored her and slapped her back. ‘F*ck! How dare you slap my wife? I’ll slap you first!’

n“Who are you? How dare you slap me?” This woman didn’t look like someone who could be trifled with. Naturally, she was fuming because Finn Taylor had slapped her.

nShe tried to salvage the situation by throwing her arm out at Finn Taylor, but the latter simply sneered and shoved the former to the ground.

nSeeing that the woman had been beaten up, the dog seemed to be on a rampage and pounced at Finn Taylor.

n‘I’m not going to let you do as you like, much less your dog.’ He simply stepped on that Teddy dog and kicked it around.

nSeeing that her precious dog was being bullied, the woman flew into a rage. “How dare you kick my baby? I’ll fight it out with you!”

nThat woman rushed over, but Finn Taylor casually kicked the dog toward her.

nThe woman and her dog flew ten meters back before finally landing on the ground with a loud thud.

n“How is it? Are you hurt?” Finn Taylor ignored the woman and her dog; he had only his wife on his mind.

n“Nothing.” Afraid that her husband would worry, Yvette Larson quickly reassured him that she was fine.

n“What’s the matter?” It was only right for men to stand up for their wives, and Finn Taylor was never afraid of getting into trouble. Even if his wife got herself into trouble, he would go all out to resolve it for her.

n“I bumped into her and accidentally stepped on her dog. I apologized to her and even offered her 150 dollars, but she insisted on me bowing to her dog and even asked for 15,000 dollars.”

nFinn Taylor exuded a chilling coldness. ‘Apologize to the dog? How did that woman even come up with that?’

nFinn Taylor walked up to that woman and her dog.

n“What are you doing? What do you want? Do you think you’re right? Your wife stepped on my baby.”

nFinn Taylor sneered. “She was naturally wrong to have bumped into you, but she already apologized. You shouldn’t have used this as an excuse to force her to do so many things. Do you know how much she’s suffered? How dare you use your livestock to humiliate my wife? I’ll let you see what true livestock is like!”

nFinn Taylor picked that dog up.

nThe puppy struggled frantically.

n“Let go of my baby. What are you trying to do?”

nFinn Taylor glanced at the dog in his arms, suddenly thinking of something. ‘Wait a minute! There’s no collar!’

n“Is this dog really yours?”

nA trace of panic flashed past that woman’s eyes at Finn Taylor’s question. “Of course, he’s mine!”

nFinn Taylor’s intuition told him that something was definitely amiss. “Forget it. Since my wife has already apologized to you, I’ll pay you. Let me see your license.”

nLicense—this word threw the woman into an even more frantic frenzy.

nFinn Taylor grabbed her collar. “Don’t tell me that you don’t have a license. Is this dog even yours?”

nThat woman was so frightened by the other’s dominance that she finally spilled the truth. “I… That dog isn’t mine. I picked it up just now. I-I…”

nThe woman glanced at Finn Taylor.

nThe latter could tell that this woman was completely flustered. “Hehe. It’s not your dog, yet you dared to ask for 15,000 as compensation from my wife!”

n“I-I was wrong. I just saw that she had an expensive bag in her hand and thought that she’d be rich, so I wanted to extort some money from her.”

nYvette Larson looked at the bag in her hand, and she thought about how she had gotten it.

nAt that time, she had gotten her husband to pick her up from the office for the very first time after he had left a good impression on her.

nIn the end, he humiliated her after the electric scooter’s battery had died. The very next day, he bought her a bag as an apology.

nShe had disregarded it then.

nNow that some time had passed, she had taken it out without thinking much of it. This was the bag that Yvette Larson was holding right now.

n“Is my bag very expensive?” Yvette Larson was stunned. She suddenly realized that her husband was surprising again and again.

n“I work at a boutique. An authentic bag like that costs 30,000 dollars.”

n“30,000?” Yvette Larson was stumped, and she glanced at her husband. “Didn’t you say that this bag cost only 30 dollars?”

n‘Er…’ Finn Taylor’s eyes were still on that woman. “You slapped my wife, forced her to apologize, and even tried to extort her! Hurry up and kneel down to her!”

nHe landed a kick straight on that woman’s calf.

nShe bent over in pain and fell on her knees.

nStill, Finn Taylor didn’t let her off. ‘How dare you spill my secrets? Go to hell!’

nHe threw his fist over—this punch would cripple the woman for the rest of her life.

nHer lungs had already been damaged. She would live the rest of her life with unceasing and untreatable coughs. Nonetheless, such a small punishment meant nothing when compared to what she had demanded of Yvette Larson.

n‘She’s Master Peregrine’s wife. How dare you make her bow to a stupid dog? If Peregrine Hall hears of this, it won’t just be you who’ll get hurt. Your whole family will be dead!’ Finn Taylor picked up his wife’s hand. “Let’s go; I’ll treat you to a meal.”

nAs she walked beside him, she punched him repeatedly. “Tell me about this bag first! What’s going on?”

n“What else do we have at home? Is there anything else I think is cheap but is actually very, very expensive?”

nFinn Taylor chuckled. “Me, of course! I’m nothing but a useless matrilocal son-in-law in the eyes of many others, but let me tell you—I’m actually Master Peregrine. The four guardians are my subordinates, and I can get anything I want just by making my request known. I have billions of dollars under my name. In fact, I can control the whole world’s economy if I want to.”

nYvette Larson couldn’t help but chuckle as she listened to her husband. “Hahaha, continue telling me more lies. I think you’re getting more convincing with your stories. Why don’t I register you for a social media account? You can write all of your stories out there. What do you think of the name ‘Heaven’s Justice?’”

nFinn Taylor gave it some thought. ‘Heaven’s Justice? That sounds quite good.’

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