"It's yours just because you saw it first? You didn't buy it, so what if I'm buying it now?" The plump lady slammed a card down on the counter. "By card!"

Seeing how prideful the plump lady was, the sales assistants were naturally over the moon.

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Yvette Larson had been walking around the shop for more than half an hour. Although she had tried on several pieces, she had not expressed any intention of buying any of them.

She was the kind of person that sales assistants hated the most. They felt that Yvette Larson was simply a poor woman who couldn't afford to buy any of their products. All she wanted to do was try them on for fun.

In comparison to her, the sales assistants naturally preferred an old-fashioned, rich person like the plump lady, who didn't even hesitate before paying for whatever caught her eye.

"First come, first served. What do you mean 'I saw it first?' It was clearly in my hands. How could you snatch it away from me?"

"So what if it was? I'm buying it now. Let's see if they want to sell it to you or to me." The plump lady pointed to some items within the drawer. "This, this, and this. I'll pay for all four by card."

The plump lady was smug as she said so.

Yvette Larson did a quick mental calculation. Those four items that the plump lady had chosen would add up to 150,000 at the very least.

She didn't have so much money.

Yvette Larson was at a loss. To be honest, she truly took a liking to that jade piece and felt that it would be a perfect fit for her best friend. However, 150,000 dollars was way over her budget.

As such, she backed away and was prepared to leave.

"What, don't you have money? I thought you were being backed by someone rich. I didn't expect you to be putting on an act."

Finn Taylor had been leaning by the entrance all the while, watching as his wife browsed around. He thought that his spouse's beauty was out of this world. It was as though she was the most beautiful creation in the whole universe.

But someone was now trying to destroy this beauty. This irked him.

He walked up and grabbed that plump lady. "Apologize."

She sneered. "What, do you want to punch me? I don't think you'd dare to even touch me. I'm Samantha Jensen."

Samantha Jensen.

The moment the plump lady mentioned her name, Yvette Larson's pupils widened visibly.

Even the sales assistants hurriedly bowed before her. "Hello, Ms. Jensen."

Finn Taylor narrowed his eyes. "Samantha Jensen? Who's that?"

The plump lady flung his arm away, chortling. "I thought you were somebody for you dared to touch me. How could you not even recognize the name 'Samantha Jensen?'"

Yvette Larson tugged at her husband. "Forget it. Let's go."

Although Yvette Larson wanted to let the matter go, her husband refused to do so. 'She scolded my wife. How can I just let her go?'

Seeing that her spouse was reluctant to leave, Yvette Larson reminded him in a small voice, "Samantha Jensen is Javier Jensen's younger sister."

"Javier Jensen? Who's that?" Finn Taylor was confused. 'What is she talking about?'

Samantha Jensen thought that it was forgivable that Finn Taylor hadn't recognized her name earlier. After all, he was a man. He couldn't possibly spend all his time caring about other women.

However, this person didn't even recognize her brother, Javier Jensen! He was clearly stirring up trouble! Or perhaps, he was just a country bumpkin.

"Wow, you're a piece of work. You don't even know my elder brother, Javier Jensen? Are you a country bumpkin, or are you trying to stir up trouble?"

"So what if I don't know your brother? Is your brother Ultraman? Why should I recognize his name?"

"Get lost! I'm wasting my time talking to someone like you." Samantha Jensen truly felt that she was wasting her breath talking to someone like Finn Taylor.

"Get lost? Apologize to my wife and return her that jade piece. Otherwise, I won't let this matter go."

Yvette Larson was stumped by her husband's actions. She had never seen him protect her in this manner.

In the past three years, he had never rebuked anyone who scolded him, nor had he ever fought back when others hit him.

She thought that this was simply his nature. She never expected that he had been tolerating her tantrums all this while.

"Scram! Believe it or not, I'll call my brother right now. I'll see how you'll die then."

Finn Taylor scoffed. "Hit me. Feel free to hit me."

Javier Jensen? Finn Taylor had never even heard of that name. 'What could happen even if he comes?'

"Hold on. Don't." Yvette Larson stopped Samantha Jensen from making the call, and she pulled her husband to the side. "Wait a minute. This Javier Jensen is San Francisco Business Association's Vice Chairman. He's friends with more than half of the businessmen in San Francisco. It'll make things difficult for the Larson family if we offend him."

Although Yvette Larson spoke in a whisper, the plump lady—Samantha Jensen—had overheard everything.

With that, she turned to Finn Taylor and said smugly, "So? You know who my brother is now, don't you? If you apologize to me now, I'll consider letting you off this time."

That plump lady, Samantha Jensen, was haughty. She didn't believe that they would dare to boss her around once they realized who her brother was.

Finn Taylor wanted to stand up for his wife, but she stopped him, not allowing him to offend the plump lady any further.

"Hehe! You don't have anything to say, do you? I knew that you wouldn't dare to say a thing. I thought that you'd be terribly tough and stubborn, but it seems like this is all you've got." The plump lady was full of herself. "You guys have completely irritated me. Kneel down and apologize to me; otherwise, I'll call my brother."

Of course, Finn Taylor refused to kneel down before this plump lady.

After five to six minutes of going back and forth, the plump lady eventually made a call.

Seeing her affectionately address the person on the other end of the call as 'Brother,' Yvette Larson flared up.

She jabbed her husband's head. "I told you not to be impulsive, didn't I? Look at what you've done. I understand that you want to stand up for me, but you should know your own limits. Do you know that our Larson family will be stuck in a difficult position now that we've offended Javier Jensen? Finn Taylor, are you here to torture me or to protect me?"

As the plump lady ended her call, she heard Yvette Larson saying, 'Finn Taylor.'

"No. Finn Taylor—that's your name, isn't it? You're from the Larson family? Don't tell me that you're Yvette Larson and that he's that useless matrilocal son-in-law, Finn Taylor? That can't be. I've bumped into celebrities here in San Francisco!" The plump lady got more excited.

Even the sales assistants' faces were plastered with wide smiles. 'Finn Taylor. This man in front of us is the same Finn Taylor who married into the Larson family to become San Francisco's biggest joke!'

'How could a good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law dare to act as though he's a big shot and even dare to go against Javier Jensen? Does he not know his place?'