"Yvette Larson from the Larson family of San Francisco." Finn Taylor took the initiative to introduce his wife.

The security officers seemed to be expecting them. They glanced at each other and gestured for them to enter.

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When the couple walked forward together, one of the security officers stopped Finn Taylor. "Who are you? You can't enter."

"Her husband, Finn Taylor."

Pfft!

The security officers burst out into laughter. "Oh, you're the infamous, good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law of San Francisco's Larson family."

"You're famous in San Francisco. I'm sorry for not recognizing you earlier, but you aren't allowed to enter."

Even though Finn Taylor had already announced his identity, the security officers refused to let him in.

Finn Taylor shrugged. "Alright then. We'll visit another day."

He then turned to leave with his wife.

"Why are you guys leaving? My subordinates are just incompetent. You could've just called out for me." A man with a cigar in his hand was looking toward the gate from the gardens.

Finn Taylor turned back and spotted Seth Fleming.

He narrowed his gaze. 'Based on what Eleanor Larson told me, it was Seth Fleming who stirred up trouble for my wife.'

"Mr. Fleming, this is our third time meeting each other. Aren't you going to invite us in?" Although Yvette Larson was fuming inwardly, she put up a pretense and forced a smile out.

She had no other choice. After all, the Larson family was no match for the Fleming family.

"Haha, our fates are quite intertwined. I haven't congratulated you for winning the 'Best Charitable Organization' award yet. Come on in, Ms. Larson."

Yvette Larson remained unmoving but glanced at Finn Taylor beside her.

"Sigh, I'm sorry for the incompetence of my subordinates. Don't mind them, Ms. Larson. Come on in too, Mr. Taylor."

Although Yvette Larson wanted to settle the matter, she understood that entering the Fleming family's house was like entering the lion's den.

Without her husband by her side, she never would've dared to turn up alone.

As the couple walked into the Fleming family's house, Seth Fleming led them into a secluded room.

In front of it was an artificial mountain with an artificial pond by the side. It felt relaxing and peaceful sitting here to enjoy a cup of tea.

"Mr. Fleming, I'm not going to beat around the bush. There have been some people standing in the way of our progress in our project with the Xander Corporation. Mr. Fleming, you're a prominent figure in San Francisco. I don't know any prominent figures, and I've only met you twice. I've come today to ask for your help." Yvette Larson spoke in a very humble tone.

She did not expose Seth Fleming as the one instigating those people. She simply said that he had a high position and could settle the matter.

Seth Fleming took a sip of tea and furrowed his eyebrows but remained silent.

"Mr. Fleming, I understand that there are rules. 15,000 dollars—how's that?"

Seth Fleming chuckled. "This tea in front of you is Panda Dung tea. It's one of the rarest kinds of tea and is worth millions per pound. Just that cup in front of you costs at least a thousand. Do you think I'd care about 15,000 dollars?"

Yvette Larson was fuming, but she ate humble pie again. "Mr. Fleming, I think you've misunderstood me. 15,000 is just to chase those people away and to convince them not to bully a small family like the Larson family anymore. As for Mr. Fleming, you'll receive 150,000."

"150,000?"

"Mr. Fleming, it's 450,000." Yvette Larson had to resist the urge to scold and punch someone.

Her limit was 700,000. If it went above that, she wouldn't even be able to make the call.

Now, the price was already at 700,000.

"If it's 450,000, I'd be quite interested. However, money doesn't mean much to me. For a man of my status, money isn't something I'm concerned about anymore."

Just then, a man entered the room.

Finn Taylor looked over to see Sean Fleming, who had been beaten up by the four guardians under his instructions.

Sean Fleming's gaze was filled with lust as he looked at Yvette Larson. "Ms. Larson, you said you don't like to beat around the bush. I'll be frank with you—I was the one who arranged for all those rogues. It's possible for me to be magnanimous, and I won't even take a single cent from you. However, my younger brother has had a crush on you for a long time. He even waited at your office to pick you up and confess to you. Ms. Larson, how could you be so cruel as to ignore his feelings?"

Yvette Larson was a little frightened, and she instinctively shrank toward her spouse. "I have a husband. Seth Fleming, you'd better not play around."

"A husband? Hahaha. Yvette Larson, the entire San Francisco knows that your husband is a good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law who hasn't even touched you once in the past three years. If you give yourself to my younger brother tonight, I promise you that the Fleming family will definitely support the Larson Corporation, the Larson family, and even you in the future. Nobody in San Francisco will ever dare to rebuke you."

Seth Fleming was arrogant. Of course, he had the right to act that way.

He was the Young Master of the Fleming family, a top-tier family in San Francisco.

He was the epitome of a rich, handsome, and tall man from the upper class. He was a Prince Charming in the eyes of many.

Sean Fleming strolled toward Yvette Larson and stretched out his hand, wanting to take her hands into his.

Finn Taylor gave a gentle tug and pulled his wife half a meter away, leaving Sean Fleming hanging.

"You piece of trash, you ruined it for me!" Sean Fleming's blood was boiling. 'I had nearly succeeded earlier, but that piece of trash ruined the moment for me.'

"Sean Fleming, I'll leave this matter to you. If you can't even deal with a piece of trash yourself, you'd better not call yourself my younger brother." With that, Seth Fleming turned to leave the room.

Whatever followed had nothing to do with him. It all depended on Sean Fleming whether he could get what he wanted.

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In the office of the Larson Corporation's CEO.

Quince Larson chuckled. "Eleanor, are you serious? That useless thing actually admitted that he's a piece of trash?"

"Of course! He admitted to it right in front of me, and I nearly died from laughter. I regret not using my phone to film that moment down." Eleanor Larson smacked her head as she said that, expressing her immense regret.

"Look at the time. Yvette Larson should be at the Fleming family's house now."

"Oh yes, they should be there. They should've been chatting for quite some time now."

"Chatting? Hahaha. Are you sure it's just a discussion? I'm afraid that by now…" Quince Larson let out a smug smile.

Although his cousin was smiling too, her smile concealed her immense fear.

'We are all Larsons. This time, Quince Larson has gone too far. Yvette Larson is going to die in my cousin's hands this time.'

Although it was true that she had gotten together with Alexander Scott, there was a limit to how useful it would be.

'What if Quince Larson decides to make use of that…' Eleanor Larson couldn't help but shudder in fear at the thought of that!