Yvette Larson could hardly believe her ears. 'I am Joseph Larson's granddaughter—his biological granddaughter. How can he not even care about my survival and even spout such words?'

"Grandpa, don't you think you're going overboard with your words?"

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Quince Larson slammed the table. "Overboard? Yvette Larson, watch how you're speaking to Grandpa. Was Grandpa wrong about what he said? From the very beginning, it was your family who created this trouble for the Larson family. Do you know how many families in San Francisco look down on us because you married this piece of trash?"

"Yvette Larson, you were clearly betrothed to Joshua Sanders, but you chose to marry someone else. Don't you think it's your fault that you offended the Sanders family and dragged our family down with you?"

Yvette Larson wanted to laugh. 'Why didn't you say so three years ago, Quince Larson? Three years ago, he should've told the late Old Master—Hugo Larson—exactly what he had just said. Perhaps, the late Old Master would've beaten him to death.'

'He also said that I had a marriage contract with Joshua Sanders. Can a casual and shameless request from the Sanders family's Old Master for me to be Joshua Sanders's mistress count as a marriage contract as well?'

"Great! This is great!" Yvette Larson dragged her husband up from the floor and was prepared to leave. 'These so-called family members only make my heart run cold.'

The moment Yvette Larson walked out of the room with her husband, Quince Larson's finger nearly poked Francis Larson's face. "Uncle, take a good look. This is your daughter. Does she even have Grandpa in her heart? She's still just a Deputy CEO helping Grandpa manage the company, but she's already eager to force Grandpa out of his position to take his place."

"It's my fault that I was useless and made a mistake, but don't forget that I'm not the only male in the third generation. Even if Grandpa doesn't hand the company over to me, he'll give it to Quinn Larson. Your family had better not dream of ever owning it!"

Eleanor Larson glanced at Quinn Larson.

He immediately kneeled before Joseph Larson. "Grandpa, I'm all grown up now. I want to gain some experience."

Quinn Larson was still young, only 18 years old. Logically speaking, there was no way the reins of the company would be handed to him, but he had somehow become a hot choice now!

Nonetheless, the cautious Joseph Larson didn't dare to make such a decision.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry for being useless and making some foolish mistakes in the past. If Quinn becomes the company's CEO, I'm willing to go all out to assist him." Quince Larson knew full well that his grandpa loved him the most. As such, he quickly added fuel to the fire.

Just as expected, Joseph Larson grew slightly hesitant.

"Grandpa, I've been in discussions with the head of Seattle's Scott family, Alexander Scott. I think that there's a high probability that it'll be successful. If we score that deal, we won't have to rely on Yvette Larson's project anymore," added Eleanor Larson.

Joseph Larson was delighted by what he was hearing, and he slammed his fist onto the table. "Good. I'm really happy to see all three families united and working together."

Three families united—there was clearly something else between Joseph Larson's words.

Francis Larson's expression was terribly sour. 'On the surface, Father seems to be praising the other three families. But in reality, he's clearly lashing out at me for not matching up to the Larson family's other three branches.'

"Dad, the Sanders family has their sights set on the Larson family now. You must be careful before making any decisions," Francis Larson finally advised.

But what he received in return was a dressing-down from the Old Master. "Francis Larson, I'm still well and alive. Why is your family in such a hurry to chase me out from my position? Fine. Since that's the case, I think I have no choice but to name Quinn Larson as the CEO."

Quinn Larson repeatedly kowtowed, thanking his grandpa profusely.

Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson shared a meaningful glance. They could see victory headed their way.

Unfortunately, they didn't share the same thoughts.

What Quince Larson was thinking about was how he would eventually hold the power, be it in the family or in the office.

Quinn Larson would be a puppet CEO. After all, Quinn was still such a young kid.

As such, his grandpa naming Quinn Larson as the CEO was no different from handing the power back to him.

As for Eleanor Larson? That wasn't what she was thinking about. Earlier, she had already told her grandpa that she would sign a deal with the Scott family.

That hadn't been a lie. In fact, she had gotten it in exchange for her body.

'Since Yvette Larson could become the company's head with the Sullivan family's project, there's no reason I can't do the same. When the time comes, I will be in charge of the most important project in the Larson Corporation to date. Anyway, the new CEO is just a young brat. Would my Larson family relatives rather listen to me or to a young brat?'

No matter what Quince Larson or Eleanor Larson thought, neither of them had expected Quinn Larson—who was still kneeling on the ground—to have his own ideas as well.

He had lost a young age and had been known as the Larson family's Young Master since then. However, he had had a miserable childhood.

Thankfully, he found good elder siblings in Quince and Eleanor Larson, who had always been helping and protecting him. But that also meant that they always stole his credit whenever he had any achievements.

He had endured everything, and today, he was finally seeing the fruits of his labor. He was going to be the Larson Corporation's CEO.

'All I have to do is endure it for a while longer until Grandpa passes on. I will then have the highest position in the Larson Corporation. My elder brother and elder sister have always thought me a fool, but they would never in a million years have guessed that I have already gathered evidence of their crimes behind their backs. Once Grandpa dies, I will expose them all. Then, nobody in the Larson family will be able to fight with me over the position of family head.'

Even in the face of such an impressive figure like the Sanders family, the Larson family was still fighting internally.

Francis Larson and Linda James returned home dejectedly.

The way Francis Larson saw it, the Larson family was doomed—completely doomed.

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After leaving the Larson family's residence, Yvette Larson and Finn Taylor headed for the beach.

Facing the sea, Yvette Larson felt her tense heart finally relax. She yelled out at the sea, "Aaargh…"

Finn Taylor simply sat on the beach, watching his wife.

Just then, her phone rang.

Yvette picked up the phone, but the moment she heard the caller on the other end, her face turned ghostly pale.

"What's wrong?"

"Let's go. Hurry up! Mom called. Mom and Dad got into a car accident!"

'Car accident!' When Finn Taylor heard those two words, he fell into a frenzy as well. 'Could something really have happened to the couple? Yvette Larson has just been hit with her family's betrayal. What if her parents also pass away from an accident?'

Finn Taylor couldn't imagine how desperate his wife had to be.