Finn Taylor looked into the distance and at the sky. 'A feast of vengeance? Is it the Terre family hosting this party? I hope that isn't the case. After all, I had raised that family myself. But if it is really the Terre family, I'm not going to let them off easily. A king can't let his emotions cloud his judgment.'

"Are you really going?" Yvette Larson was truly worried even though Michael Sinclair had been respectful toward her husband at that gathering.

She was sure that Michael Sinclair had simply been putting on an act. Once Michael Sinclair had the chance, he would definitely retaliate. 'What will I do if something happens to Finn?'

"Of course. They were so kind to invite me, so I naturally have to go."

"Fine. I'll go with you then." Yvette Larson had already decided that she was going to stick to her husband's side no matter what happened.

He nodded without rejecting her. 'There are some things she's going to know about sooner or later. It'd be better for me to spill some details along the way instead of her finding out everything in one go.'

Clarine Landon stood by the side while looking at them expectantly. "Then… Can I go too?"

She knew that her question was a little abrupt. After all, she had no relation to Finn Taylor.

Finn Taylor was the one being invited. It would make sense for him to bring his wife, but why would he bring his wife's best friend as well?

But Clarine Landon was helpless. She had neither friends nor family in New York, nor did she know the city well. 'What will I do alone in the hotel without all of you?'

"Of course, you can. Why not?"

'All land belongs to the king, and all the people are his servants. I'm Master Peregrine. Can the Sinclair family really refuse anyone I'm bringing along?'

"What shall we bring as a gift?" Yvette Larson was wondering about what would make a good gift for someone's 80th birthday celebrations.

However, Finn Taylor's answer dumbfounded her. "Prepare two gifts: one being a peach with the word 'Peregrine' on it, and the other being a coffin. When we attend the party that day, we don't have to be in a hurry to present our gifts. We just have to observe their attitudes. If they treat us politely, we'll present the peach. If they're rude—and if that party is actually an ambush—we'll present that coffin to him as his 80th birthday present."

Finn Taylor scared his wife. 'Are you serious? How could you give someone a coffin as his birthday present? However, Finn doesn't look like he's joking.'

"Fine. I won't object to you giving him a coffin if it's really an ambush, but don't you think it's slightly inappropriate if he was sincerely offering an invitation to you?"

Finn Taylor laughed. "It wouldn't be inappropriate. In fact, he'll even have to go down on his knees in gratitude."

Yvette Larson was confused by her husband's words because she still knew nothing about his true identity as Master Peregrine.

Within the circle, he was known as Master Peregrine. That was why he had asked for the word 'Peregrine' to be written on the peach.

'Do you know what that would mean? Nobody would ever dare to make trouble for the Sinclair family in the future because everyone would know that Peregrine Hall is watching out for them. Then, the Sinclair family would never fall as long as Peregrine Hall didn't. A birthday party in exchange for the family surviving for another century. Wouldn't the Sinclair family's Old Master thank me profusely? Of course, how they'll be treated will also depend on their performance.'

Time flew by, and the Sinclair family's Old Master—Louis Sinclair—was celebrating his birthday.

At the gate of the Sinclair family's residence, luxury cars were a dime a dozen. Almost all the most prestigious families in New York were in attendance to celebrate the Old Master's birthday.

The Sinclair family head—Charles Sinclair—stood by the door, welcoming guests with his son, Michael Sinclair.

"Malcolm Landon wishes the Old Master a long life. Here's a thousand-year-old ginseng."

"Clarence Jones wishes the Old Master a long life. Here's a piece of precious jade."

"Will Hughes wishes the Old Master a long life and good health. Here's a painting by a famous artist."

…

Prominent figures of New York were gathered at the Sinclair family's residence. One by one, they presented gifts that only got more expensive as they went down the line.

Everyone standing by the side could only marvel as they saw the gifts. But once they thought about the rumor of how the Sinclair family was about to work with the Walker family, everyone understood why this was happening.

Actually, these gifts weren't really meant for the Sinclair family. They were simply trying to curry favor with the Walker family through the Sinclair family.

Unfortunately, they missed out on one important point: The Sinclair family hadn't even started their project with the Walker family. How would the Sinclair family be able to help them then?

Perhaps they would've done so even if they had thought of that point.

That was the business world. If they were slow, opportunities would slip out of their hands.

Now that the project hadn't started yet, they could use this chance to visit the Sinclair family openly.

Once the collaboration was set in stone, there was no way they would have the opportunity to use the Sinclair family.

Just as everyone was congratulating the Old Master, a car that seemed extremely out of place stopped in front of the Sinclair family's residence.

It was a taxi.

Of course, a taxi stopping in front of someone's house was nothing out of the ordinary. However, they had seen too many luxury cars today.

Even Bentleys and BMWs were the worst amongst them.

Rolls-Royces and Maseratis were the standard, yet a taxi had appeared amongst all these luxurious cars.

It naturally attracted everyone's attention, but Michael Sinclair's eyes lit up when he saw that taxi. 'If my guess is right, that would be Finn Taylor and his party.'

As expected, Finn Taylor, Yvette Larson, and Clarine Landon got out of the taxi as the door opened.

The moment he spotted the trio, Michael Sinclair acted as though he had seen his blood relatives and ran over quickly. "You're here, Mr. Taylor. Yvette, you look great today. Clarine, you look elegant too."

It was hard for Yvette Larson and her best friend to get used to Michael Sinclair's sudden change in attitude. Although he had never been as blunt with his words as Annie Fraser, he had never been this polite either.

'Could it be that Michael Sinclair was really frightened by that incident? Is that why he's being so polite to us today?'

"Show the way. I want to see the Old Master."

Michael Sinclair didn't show any sign of getting upset by Finn Taylor's tone that sounded as though he was giving a command. He simply agreed and led the way.

In fact, he even turned back and gestured politely for Finn Taylor to follow him.

No matter how high a position one held in New York, nobody had ever been treated in this manner. However, these three people—who had arrived in a taxi—had been treated with such respect.

Of course, this attracted everyone's attention. They couldn't help but launch into a discussion about who these three people were.