The identity of the man who was trembling and didn't dare to sit down would definitely stun anyone if they were to see him. That was because this man was the head of Chicago's Yeats family, Logan Yeats.

"Master Peregrine, I…" Logan Yeats attempted to explain himself, but the coldness on Finn Taylor's face scared him off.

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"Logan Yeats, you should know exactly why I called you here today."

"Yes, yes. Of course, I do." Logan Yeats was clear that Finn Taylor and his wife—Yvette Larson—had attended a party at his All Stars Hotel a few days ago.

In the end, the Fleming family had even accused them of not having any invitations and having snuck into the party to get free food and drinks. Not only had the manager of the All Stars Hotel not stopped them from doing so, but he had even stood on the Fleming family's side.

Thankfully, Christopher Yeats recognized Finn Taylor in time and had saved him from any embarrassment. Otherwise, he dared not even think of the consequences.

He didn't even dare to think about whether the Yeats family would still be around.

"I'll give you a chance to make up for it." Finn Taylor placed a photo on the table.

Logan Yeats reached out to pick up the photo.

Sean Fleming.

Logan Yeats thought that Finn Taylor wanted to deal with the Fleming family's Young Master, Seth Fleming. However, it was the younger Young Master, Sean Fleming.

Logan Yeats didn't need to know the reasons behind it. All he had to do was follow suit. "Master Peregrine, you can count on me. I'll definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

Finn Taylor didn't say a word and simply turned to leave.

Even after he got up and exited the cafe, Logan Yeats remained in a deep bow, not daring to get up.

It was only after Finn Taylor walked a distance away from the Starbucks outlet that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Logan Yeats felt that he finally had control over his own life. Otherwise, he truly wouldn't even have any control over his own life.

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The next day.

By the time dawn broke, the entire San Francisco was in chaos.

Yvette Larson was awoken by a call from Clarine Landon. "Yvette! Yvette, hurry up and get on Facebook. Something big has happened in San Francisco!"

"Huh? What? In San Francisco?" Yvette Larson quickly logged into her Facebook account.

Everyone was sharing the same photo.

She clicked on it to enlarge it.

F*ck!

Sean Fleming had been stripped naked and hung on a tree with nothing more than underwear on him. There was a ring of sausages tied around his body, and below him were more than ten ravenous and ferocious dogs circling around him.

Yvette Larson nearly burst into laughter at this sight. She could imagine the pitiful state he was in.

'But who has Sean Fleming offended? Why was he tied to a tree?' A certain someone flashed past her mind. 'Finn Taylor. It seems like Sean Fleming did offend Finn Taylor a few days earlier. Could Finn Taylor have done this? But how is that possible?'

Yvette Larson got out of bed and saw her husband busy in the kitchen.

She sighed and smiled bitterly. 'What am I thinking about? Am I not clear about the kind of person Finn Taylor is? How could he be capable of doing that?'

As she ate her breakfast, Yvette Larson stole a few glances at her spouse to check if he had sneaked out the previous night and whether he had any traces of a fight on his body.

But there were none.

"Something major happened in San Francisco last night. Do you know about it?"

Finn Taylor's expression was filled with curiosity. "What?"

"Don't you know? Sean Fleming was tied to a tree."

"Ah? You mean that guy who drove a sports car to your office? Why was he tied to a tree?"

Throughout the conversation, Yvette Larson observed Finn Taylor closely, but she found nothing amiss in his behavior. 'It seems like I was being overly cautious.'

All of a sudden, she had no desire to check whether the bag was a fake.

She wasn't a materialistic woman, after all. It didn't matter whether it was fake or not since it was a gift from her husband.

"Are you done? If you're done, clean this up. I'll go put on some makeup. Send me to Spottingwood Kindergarten later."

"Spottingwood Kindergarten? Why are you going there?"

"It's the annual Volunteering Day here in San Francisco. All the important corporations and families will be going to Spottingwood Kindergarten to do their corporate social responsibility duties. We'll even have to compete to see which family the children like best. You'd better not cause any trouble for me."

Spottingwood Kindergarten was the most famous kindergarten that catered to orphans in San Francisco. Almost all the orphans of San Francisco studied there.

After putting on her makeup, Yvette Larson picked up her bag and tossed the key over to Finn Taylor. "Here."

This time, the couple was no longer using their family's electric scooter but the company car provided to the CEO.

Yvette Larson still had the urge to roll her eyes at her husband when she thought about the incident.

Under Yvette Larson's directions, they quickly arrived at Spottingwood Kindergarten.

It wasn't just the Larson family that had come to the kindergarten to volunteer.

The moment Yvette Larson and Finn Taylor got out of the car, countless gazes fell on them.

Amongst them, Finn Taylor spotted two familiar faces—Seth Fleming and Melissa Hans from the Fleming family.

"CEO Larson, everything has been prepared." Several employees from the Larson Corporation trotted over and reported the situation to Yvette Larson.

Yvette Larson nodded without replying to them.

Then, two more irrelevant people appeared—Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson.

Quince Larson patted the car and smiled. "Yvette Larson, this car's not bad, isn't it. I loved this car while I was the CEO. I spent quite a lot on its upkeep. It's a pity that a piece of trash drove it today; it's really devaluing it."

As Quince Larson said that, he tried to brush off the dust on the car meticulously.

"Quince Larson, there are outsiders here. You'd better not say such strange things and embarrass the Larson family." Yvette Larson was pissed.

Quince Larson's insults toward Finn Taylor were clearly a slap in her face.

"You're the one embarrassing the Larson family. If you really cared about the Larson family's dignity, you shouldn't have brought this piece of trash here." Quince Larson's temper flared up as his gaze fell on the car.

This was his favorite car. At the time, he had used company funds to purchase this car, saying that it was for the CEO's use.

He had never thought that he would ever fall from the position of CEO. That also meant that his car had fallen into the hands of Yvette Larson.

He vented all his anger on Finn Taylor.

"I must say, Yvette, Brother was right. Everyone in San Francisco knows Finn Taylor as the Larson family's matrilocal son-in-law. It's such a joke. It's your business that you were willing to marry a good-for-nothing, but why did you have to bring him to such an important event? Aren't you trying to humiliate the Larson family? What are you doing?"

Yvette Larson was fuming and wanted to rip their mouths apart. 'There is no end to their nagging.'