The Larson Corporation's conference room.

Joseph Larson sat at the head of the table and glanced at the clock. "Quince, what's going on? Half an hour has already passed. Just tell me if you have something you want to say."

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His grandson had invited him here, saying that something major had happened in the family. It was so serious that it couldn't be written in the books. However, he had been here for more than half an hour, but Quince Larson had yet to say anything.

The Old Master was starting to get a little impatient.

"Grandpa, the person Brother is talking about isn't here yet. Just wait patiently." Eleanor Larson looked out of the door and realized that Yvette Larson hadn't arrived.

As such, Joseph Larson cut in. "I'll give you another five minutes. If you don't say it, I'm going back."

He slammed his watch on the table. The wait had made him uncomfortable.

"Forget it, I'll just say it. Grandpa, I received reliable information that the one who has been in the way of our collaboration with the Xander Corporation is the Fleming family. Yesterday, Yvette Larson went to the Fleming family's house. Her way of solving the matter was to give herself to the Fleming family's Young Master, Sean Fleming."

Hiss!

The moment Quince Larson said that, there were sounds of people sucking in their breaths.

The Larson family members started whispering amongst themselves.

"Did Yvette Larson do it with someone else?"

"That can't be. Finn Taylor didn't even touch her once in the past three years. Do you think she would let someone else touch her?"

"I can't say. That woman is capable of doing anything to protect her position within the family."

"I didn't expect that. She looks like quite a pure and innocent girl. I didn't think she would do something like that that tarnishes the family's reputation."

"That's right. She already has a husband. How could she give her body to another man? Is she a slut?"

Joseph Larson was fuming, and he slammed his fist onto the table. "Quince Larson, you'd better not be lying. You and Yvette Larson can do anything to fight for the position of family head, but she's your cousin. I also won't forgive you if you slander our family."

"Grandpa, I have had some interactions with Seth Fleming of the Fleming family. He was the one who told me about it, so it can't be wrong."

Seth Fleming.

Who was he?

Everyone present knew about him.

In reality, not only had the Fleming family's head stopped caring about the company's matters, but the Young Master—Seth Fleming—had also taken over the reins a long time ago.

He was a prominent figure in San Francisco and a member of the upper class in San Francisco.

He bore no grudges against Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson. As such, there was no way he would cook up a lie to denigrate Yvette Larson.

"Grandpa, that slut did such a thing, yet she's still the Deputy CEO of the Larson Corporation! I disagree!" The moment Eleanor Larson expressed her displeasure, the other Larson family members quickly followed in her footsteps.

"Yes, I disagree as well. If others learn that the Larson Corporation's Deputy CEO is someone like that, what will they think of the rest of the Larson family?"

"That's right. We shouldn't just kick that slut out of the company. We should also kick her out of the Larson family."

Inwardly, Quince Larson felt exceptionally pleased when he saw the entire Larson family coming together, wanting to kick Yvette out.

Screech!

Just then, the conference door opened.

Yvette Larson walked in, and dozens of eyes shot toward her.

Behind Yvette Larson was Finn Taylor.

Yvette Larson hesitantly took her seat while her husband simply stood behind her without saying a thing.

"Yuck! Do you smell that stench?" No sooner had Yvette Larson sat down than Eleanor Larson started to mock her.

"What do you mean by that, Eleanor Larson?"

"Shouldn't you know best what I'm talking about?"

"Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed today? Why are your words so nasty?"

"Oh, someone did something unspeakable, but she won't let anyone else talk about it." Eleanor Larson rubbed her nose in disgust.

"Yvette Larson, I heard that you went to settle the problem with the project yesterday. How did it go?" Unlike his cousin, Quince Larson wasn't going to start an unnecessary fight.

He brought everyone back to the main topic with just one sentence.

"It's settled."

"Settled? Who was the one behind it?"

"The Fleming family of San Francisco."

The moment Yvette Larson said those words, the entire Larson family came to a realization and looked at her in disdain.

Even Joseph Larson frowned. 'Could it be that Quince Larson spoke the truth? I was blind to have trusted Yvette Larson. I didn't think she was such a person.'

"Oh, the Fleming family. Why did the Fleming family suddenly listen to you and decide not to obstruct our collaboration anymore? How much money did you spend?"

"Nothing."

Pfft!

The entire Larson family nearly burst into laughter. 'Is Yvette Larson crazy? Why is she answering all of Quince Larson's questions so honestly? There's no way she will ever clear her name this time.'

"Yvette Larson, the Fleming family is much more powerful than us. Why would they listen to us when you didn't even give them any benefits? Don't tell me that you used some shameless methods. Why don't you tell all of us here how you did it."

"Quince Larson, what are you trying to say?" Yvette Larson was fuming. She already had a premonition of what her cousins were trying to insinuate.

"Then, let me ask you a question. Did Sean Fleming try to rape you when you went to the Fleming family's house yesterday?"

The moment Quince Larson asked this question, all eyes, including Joseph Larson's, were on Yvette Larson.

Everyone knew what this question was insinuating.

"Yes!" Yvette Larson didn't want to hide the truth, nor did she want to cook up a story. As such, she replied earnestly.

However, this caused the entire Larson family to misunderstand her.

"Kneel down!" Joseph Larson was so infuriated that his mustache flew out of place. He slammed the table, demanding his granddaughter to kneel down.

"Grandpa, I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I kneel?"

"You didn't do anything wrong? You're married, yet you dare to do something so shameless. Do you really think you did nothing wrong?"

"Grandpa, it's true that Sean Fleming tried to rape me, but he didn't succeed."

Quince Larson sneered. "Yvette Larson, where did you meet Sean Fleming yesterday?"

"In the Fleming family's house."

"How many people did you bring there?"

"Only Finn Taylor."

"Was there anyone in the Fleming family who helped Sean Fleming deal with you guys?"

"Yes!" Yvette answered every single one of her cousin's questions.

Quince Larson stopped his questioning; he had already made it clear. 'Yvette Larson, you'd better not try to deny it; it's useless. You headed to the Fleming family's house along with a piece of trash. Going into the Fleming family's house is like going into the lion's den. Could you really have left untouched?'

"Yvette Larson, you've truly disappointed me. I thought that Francis Larson was mature and would be able to raise a mature daughter. I never expected him to raise such a shameless slut!"