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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

n“Finn Taylor.” Yvette Larson thought that her husband would use this opportunity to fight for some benefits for himself, but he had asked for this instead! ‘It’s true. Everything he does is for our family.’

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nFinn Taylor waved his wife off, seemingly knowing what she wanted to say. However, he didn’t let his wife say anything.

n“Alright, we’ll agree to your request.” After a discussion, Karen James’s family finally agreed to Finn Taylor’s request. “When are you going to give us the money?”

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n“Tomorrow.”

n“Ok.”

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nAfter what had just happened, Karen James’s family couldn’t stand to sit down for their meal any longer.

nAs they left, Karen James turned back constantly. Perhaps her heart ached for all the seafood she had yet to eat.

nOnce the family of three left, Linda James started worrying about money again. She started blaming Finn Taylor. “You’re really a good-for-nothing. They were dealing with Weston Shaw, so why did you have to step up? Our family now has to fork out 30,000 dollars for nothing.”

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nYvette Larson rolled her eyes at her mother. “Can you stop it? It’s your fault for being so nice to them that they dare to step all over us now. I already told you a few years ago not to be so nice to them. If you’re so confident, why don’t you get back the money that they owe us?”

nHaving been lectured by her daughter, Linda James finally kept quiet.

nThe family finished their meal despondently.

nBut when they tried to pay the bill, the waitress informed them that Baldie Lowe had already paid it for them.

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nIt was only then that a smile appeared on Linda James’s face.

nAs for Finn Taylor, he couldn’t help but grin inwardly. ‘Although Baldie Lowe doesn’t seem very capable, he has good judgment at the very least. I had simply thrown out a punch, yet Baldie Lowe already understood so much from that. He’s someone I can cultivate.’

nFinn Taylor decided to get Wampus to look for Baldie Lowe. If they could cultivate him, they could give him a spot in Peregrine Hall.

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nThe next day, Finn Taylor headed to the bank to withdraw money.

nYvette Larson had personally sent her husband to the door.

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nAs she watched her significant other walk off into the distance, she had mixed feelings. ‘Everyone says that Finn Taylor relies on his wife’s family, but who would’ve expected him to fork out 30,000 dollars? Yet, my mom still thinks that she’s the one who is forking out this sum of money. Mom never even considered where I would get such a huge sum of money. Perhaps my mom thought that I could embezzle the company’s funds now that I’m the Deputy CEO.’

nUpon reaching the bank, Finn Taylor spotted the long lines at the counter. Hence, he headed for the ATM.

nHowever, he could only withdraw 700 dollars at once.

nAs he withdrew his money, he grumbled about how troublesome this whole process was.

nFinally, he managed to withdraw 7,000 dollars after ten withdrawals.

nBut as he tried to repeat the same process for the eleventh time, he could no longer do so.

n‘Er…’ Finn Taylor was confused. ‘What bad luck! Is the machine down? Or is there no more money in the machine?’

n“Sir, can you come over and take a look at this machine? Is something wrong?” Even after analyzing the machine for a while, he still had no idea what was wrong. As such, he looked for the manager.

nThe manager seemed to have nothing to do as he sat there, munching on some nuts.

nHe was annoyed that Finn Taylor had called him over. Nonetheless, he had no choice but to go over since a customer had called for him.

nAfter several tests, the manager told Finn Taylor that there was nothing wrong with it.

n‘Huh!?’ Finn Taylor’s confusion grew, and he probed, “Could it be that there’s no more money in the ATM?”

nThe manager stared at him as though he was crazy. ‘What a fool! Does he really think that the bank will run out of money?’

nFinn Taylor was annoyed by the manager’s gaze. ‘If there’s money in it, then just tell me. If not, you can let me know as well. Why are you looking at me like that?’

n“What do you mean? I can’t withdraw any more money. You’re not helping me solve my problem, and you’re even looking at me with that gaze?”

n“That’s impossible. Look, I just made a withdrawal.” The manager withdrew 20 dollars with his own card. Then, his gaze toward Finn Taylor changed to one toward a beggar.

nThe manager had to resist asking whether the other had any money left in his account.

nFinn Taylor was terribly displeased. He inserted his card into the ATM once again and tried to withdraw money, but he was met with the same result.

nAt this, even the manager was slightly stunned.

nAfter trying a few more times, he looked toward the bag in Finn Taylor’s hand. “How much have you withdrawn?”

n“7,000 dollars.”

nThe manager seemed to have come to a sudden realization. “The daily limit is 7,000 dollars. You’ll have to make an appointment to withdraw any more than that.”

nFinn Taylor was stunned. ‘Since when was there such a rule? Why did nobody tell me about this when I opened my account?’

n“Fine, I’ll go to the counter to get another 23,000 then.”

nThe manager acted as though he was talking to a fool. “Didn’t I tell you already? The daily limit is 7,000 dollars. You’ll have to make an appointment if you want to withdraw any more than that.”

nFinn Taylor was displeased. “F*ck! I earn more than 7,000 dollars every day from interest alone. How can you tell me that I can only withdraw 7,000 dollars a day?”

nThe manager nearly laughed out loud. ‘7,000 dollars in interest every day? What a joke! How much money would he need in his account to earn 7,000 dollars a day?’

nVery quickly, this scene attracted the attention of many other customers.

nAs they gathered around, the security officers constantly had to usher them away to maintain order.

nIn the end, the branch head was alerted to this incident.

nThe branch head was a woman who looked extremely capable. “What’s the matter?”

n“Ms. Carter, he wants to withdraw 30,000 dollars. I told him that our daily limit is 7,000, but he refuses to listen to me. That was why we got into a little bit of an argument.”

n“I don’t want to withdraw 30,000 dollars anymore. I want to withdraw one billion dollars.” The manager’s gaze irked Finn Taylor. ‘I can put my money in any bank. It doesn’t have to be this bank.’

nHe had already decided to withdraw whatever he had in this account.

nThe moment Finn Taylor said so, the manager burst out laughing. ‘This guy is like a clown putting on a show!’

nIgnoring the manager’s laughter, Finn Taylor whipped out his bank card and said to the manager, “I should be able to withdraw money at any time with this card. You’re losing a valuable customer because of him.”

nWhen the branch head took a closer look at the card in Finn Taylor’s hand, her face drained of blood. ‘A Peregrine card! That’s right. It’s our Peregrine card—a card that only the most valuable customers receive. A prerequisite of getting a Peregrine card is to have a billion dollars in one’s account. As such, this guy wasn’t joking when he said that he wanted to withdraw a billion dollars. If my superiors were to find out that we had lost a Peregrine card holder because of our negligence, they would surely fly into a rage!’

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