The news of the 'End of Heaven and Earth' incense burner appearing at Joseph Larson's party made rounds around San Francisco. But nobody believed that Finn Taylor truly had the ability to spot valuable antiques.

Everyone felt that he had simply been lucky. After all, even a broken clock is right twice a day.

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A good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law was still a good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law at the end of the day.

Because Joseph Larson had his pride and refused to admit to his mistake, Francis Larson and Linda James hadn't been invited back to the main table till the very end.

As such, Francis Larson and Linda James vented their anger on their son-in-law.

They both felt that it was Finn Taylor's gifting of the 'End of Heaven and Earth' incense burner that had ruined the night for their family.

Even Yvette Larson had been cold toward him and was unwilling to talk to him over the past few days.

At the same time, Yvette Larson was constantly being bothered by her best friend, Clarine Landon.

When Clarine Landon woke up in the middle of the night, she would call Yvette Larson, saying that she was thinking of that violinist.

She had even gone to the extent of visiting more than a dozen renowned music colleges, perusing through thousands of photos of violinists. Still, she hadn't found the violinist she was looking for.

Because of that, there was an itch in Clarine Landon's heart. Of course, she wasn't expecting Yvette Larson to help her out.

She simply wanted to vent her emotions, but this caused Yvette Larson's sleep quality to deteriorate drastically.

Due to this, Yvette became even grumpier and naturally colder toward her spouse.

But that day, a shocking piece of news spread across San Francisco.

Someone had rented the peak of Pacific Heights.

Nobody was allowed on Pacific Heights's peak on the 20th because a mysterious man had rented it to celebrate his wife's birthday.

Pacific Heights was the most famous sight in the whole of San Francisco. The neighborhood of Pacific Heights was also the most affluent region in San Francisco.

The wealthy families living in Pacific Heights enjoyed taking a stroll to the peak after dinner, but even they wouldn't be allowed up on the peak on the 20th.

Who had spent such a huge fortune to do so? Nobody knew.

Eleanor Larson walked into her best friend's office and sat herself down on the sofa. "Yvette Larson, isn't the 20th your birthday?"

Yvette Larson was stunned. 'What is she trying to do this time?'

"Haven't you heard the news? Someone has rented the whole peak of Pacific Heights to celebrate his wife's birthday. Do you think that person could be Finn Taylor since your birthday is on the 20th too?"

The door was pushed open yet again, and Quince Larson walked in.

"Eleanor, you know that the peak of Pacific Heights can't be rented by just anybody. One has to be both rich and famous. As for Finn Taylor, he is neither; he's nothing but a piece of trash."

Eleanor Larson sneered. "I say, Yvette Larson. You both have birthdays on the 20th. That person gets to celebrate hers on the peak of Pacific Heights, while you… Hehe."

Yvette Larson was fuming. The pair in front of her was slacking off and had specially come to her office just to tell her about this.

"Eleanor Larson, get out. You're acting as though you had the chance to celebrate your birthday at the peak of Pacific Heights."

"Well, it's true I'm not that lucky. But at the very least, I'm not married to a good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law. I can't afford to be embarrassed like that. You humiliated the Larson family, yet you still have the cheek to say that."

Yvette Larson had to resist the urge to punch someone.

Just then, Quince Larson cut in. "Yvette Larson, how's your collaboration with Xander Corporation going? I think it's progressing rather slowly. You know how important it is to the Larson family, so I'm sure you know that you could be kicked out of the Deputy CEO position if you aren't capable. I think that Eleanor is more suitable for the position than you."

Yvette Larson clenched her jaw tightly. "I just ran into some trouble; I'll fix it."

"What happened?"

"Nothing much; it's just that some people are stirring up trouble. I can resolve the problem."

"Some people? Who are those people who dare to go against the Larson family of San Francisco? Have you investigated who's backing them?"

"Not yet. I'm still on it."

"Not yet? Yvette Larson, do you think the company is paying you a salary for nothing? If you aren't capable, you'd better resign from your job." The moment Quince Larson said his piece, he left in a huff, slamming the door behind him.

At the same time, Eleanor Larson made a face. "Yvette Larson, this project is the only leverage you have against the Larson family. Just wait and see how Grandpa deals with you if you screw this project up."

With that, Eleanor Larson left with a hum.

Yvette Larson shoved all the documents on her table to the ground; she was on the verge of tears.

''What right do they have? We are all children of the Larson family, so why have I always been looked down on and bullied ever since I was young? I finally endured everything to be able to helm a project myself, and yet, I'm being belittled by some rogues.'

'Also, why was I forced to marry Finn Taylor? On what grounds? What was Old Master even thinking? Why had he forced me to marry him?' Yvette Larson gazed at the silver bracelet on her wrist.

The late Old Master had given it to her on the day of her wedding. He had told her that she was the luckiest in the entire Larson family.

But Yvette Larson couldn't understand how she was lucky. Ever since she had gotten married, all she had done was be at the beck and call of others.

…

Inside Starbucks.

Finn Taylor took a sip of his latte and glanced at Alexander Scott, who was seated in front of him. "You settled the matter pretty well."

"Master Peregrine, it was nothing."

"Alright, you can leave."

Of course, Finn Taylor was the one who had rented the peak of Pacific Heights. He hadn't appeared personally; instead, he had sent Alexander Scott in his place.

Alexander Scott was the head of Seattle's Scott family and one of Peregrine Hall's four guardians.

Finn Taylor picked up his phone and dialed a number.

…

Clarine Landon sat on her bed, throwing her bolster and plush toys onto the ground.

Her blood was boiling. She had gotten someone to look into a violinist who was about the same age as her, but they had eventually confirmed that he had been abroad on a tour at that time.

He was not the one she was looking for.

Clarine Landon whined as she looked up at the sky. 'Why is it so difficult to find the person I've fallen for?'

Just then, her phone rang.

Clarine Landon picked it up and saw the display: 'Piece of Trash'.

She picked up and started yelling at him. "You piece of trash, are you courting death? I'm your wife's best friend. I'm guessing that you must be interested in me, but I'm telling you now that there's no way it's ever going to happen!"

Finn Taylor felt as though his eardrum was about to burst. "I think you're delusional. I'm calling you to ask you for a favor."

"Scram! I have no time for you!" With that, Clarine Landon was about to end the call.

"Don't be in such a hurry to hang up. Don't you want to meet that violinist?"

"Violinist? You know him?"

"I found him, but I need you to do me a favor."

Clarine Landon was overwhelmed with emotions. "As long as you let me meet my violinist, I'll be willing to help you out ten times, let alone one!"

"Alright. There will be a grand birthday party at the peak of Pacific Heights on the 20th. Bring Yvette there, and you'll be able to meet that violinist."

"Yvette? What does she have to do with this?"

"You don't have to know about that. It's up to you whether you get to meet that violinist."

With that, Finn Taylor ended the call.