MY SUPER SON IN LAW, VOLUME 2 - Season 3 Episode 65

As soon as Terry Money realized that there was nobody to be found at the hotel, his expression was filled with rage. He then turned the entire hotel room upside down.

“What scum! They already escaped!” While Terry Money was arrogant, he was no fool.

Since there was nobody around, Finn Taylor must’ve sent his wife elsewhere. However, he didn’t know where exactly that might be.

But he suddenly got an idea.

He had spent a good deal of time getting someone to look into Finn Taylor the previous day. What he had learned was that Yvette Larson had taken her wedding photos while dressed in ‘Lilac Papillon’—which was famous on Cupid Island.

As such, he headed to ‘Never Let Me Go’ at once.

Very quickly, he arrived at the boutique and immediately looked for the boss. “Do you know Finn Taylor?”

‘What’s going on?’ The boss was stupefied. “No.”

“You don’t know him, but he bought such an expensive gown from you. Everyone knows that the story behind that dress is fake! You’re just looking to sell it at a good price.”

“Mr. Money, I admit that your family is rich and powerful, but what are you trying to do by blindly accusing other people here?”

“Find Yvette Larson for me. Otherwise, I’ll destroy your boutique!”

The boss couldn’t help but feel incredulous. “Go ahead then. Your family might be rich and powerful, but you have to be fair too. I’ve done nothing against you, so why should you destroy my boutique?”

“Nothing against me? Finn Taylor offended me, and he spent so much money at your boutique. That means you’re friends, so it’s absolutely reasonable for me to smash your boutique!”

The boss was dumbfounded by Terry Money’s morals. ‘Everyone has told me just how unreasonable and demanding Terry Money is. I used to think those were just exaggerations, but now, it seems like they were all true. In fact, they even skimmed on the details.’

However, the boss knew that she couldn’t hold a candle to the Money family. If they were to destroy her shop, there would be no way for her to avenge herself.

“Hold on.” Just as Terry Money was about to turn her shop upside down, the boss stopped him.

“What, are you finally willing to tell me? You should’ve said so earlier.”

“I really have no idea where Yvette Larson is.”

Only seconds earlier, Terry Money had thought that the woman in front of him had wisened up and decided to spill the beans. Yet, he was met with such words.

Terry Money blew up. “Are you playing with me?”

“No, listen to me. I’ve never crossed paths with Yvette Larson and her husband. They only bought a gown at my boutique, so how could I possibly know where they are now? However, I know the person who brought them here. I can give her number to you, and then it’s up to you to find her location from there.”

Under duress, the boss eventually caved in and handed Jamie Little’s phone number over to Terry Money, who immediately rushed out.

Given his background, it didn’t take much effort for him to find people who could locate Jamie Little through her phone. He then made a call to her.

At that very moment, Jamie Little and Yvette Larson were on-guard in the hut.

The sudden ringtone unnerved the pair, and neither of them knew whether to pick it up.

“Should we pick it up? It’s an unknown number.” Jamie Little asked the other for her opinion.

“It should be fine. It might be from Finn.”

“Alright then.” Jamie Little then picked up the call. “Hello…”

The caller on the other end said nothing, but they heard the sounds of a keyboard being tapped furiously.

‘What’s going on?’ For some reason, Yvette Larson felt ill at ease and immediately hung up the call.

“F*ck! Why did she hang up? How’s it going? Did you secure a location?” Seeing that the other had hung up within seconds, Terry Money was frantic. His greatest worry was that the call had been too short for them to trace the other’s location.

“Did you find it? Hurry!” Terry Money was incensed now that a couple of minutes had passed with no result in sight.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Money. We’re getting there.” Just then, someone spoke up.

Terry Money rushed over and took a glance at the computer, yet he understood nothing from the string of numbers on the screen.

He sneered.

“Here!” The person who had called him over pointed at a spot on the map.

“Let’s go.” Earlier on, Yvette Larson’s elegant and slender figure had run through Terry Money’s mind a thousand times. He was now getting more impatient to get his hands on her.

As the car drove along, Terry Money glanced at the map, scolding, “F*ck! He hid them here?!”

…

Within the wooden hut.

Yvette Larson glanced at the phone, feeling as though something was amiss. “No, we can’t stay here. There was a problem with that call—let’s go.”

With that, she took Jamie Little’s hand, preparing to leave. But right then, a car screeched to a halt in front of the hut.

The door was flung open, and Terry Money strolled in. “So you guys are really here.”

“H-how did you find us?” Yvette Larson was panicking inwardly.

“Ms. Larson, I won’t eat you. There’s no need to be so anxious.” As he said so, he reached out to grab hold of Yvette Larson.

But Jamie Little intercepted and threw Terry Money into the air with a flying kick. The latter then landed on the ground, clutching his stomach in agony.

“F*ck! You shameless b*tch!” Terry Money waved his hand, and his men immediately appeared.

Although Jamie Little was trained in martial arts, it was still a challenge to go against four other men. It didn’t matter how skilled she was—as the men rushed up toward her, she was tackled onto the ground.

One of the men even waved a dagger at her head.

“H-hold on. D-don’t hurt her,” Yvette Larson quickly stuttered.

“Stop.” Terry Money finally instructed his men to stop too.

“Don’t hurt her. I can go with you.”

“To the Money family’s house? Ahaha, I guess you don’t really like this place. Hahaha.” Terry Money looked at Yvette Larson with a smirk. “Alright, let her go. Let’s go.”

Yvette Larson eventually left with Terry Money, while Jamie Little was left writhing in pain on the ground, unable to get back up.

However, she bore with the pain and crawled to her phone, making a call to Hunter Sullivan. ‘Huge trouble has arisen on Cupid Island.. There’s no way I’ll be able to resolve this alone. I need Hunter Sullivan’s help—he can do anything! He should be able to resolve this too!’
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