Hilary Stone's unique fragrance nearly threw Finn Taylor off-guard as he started getting a little dizzy.

He shook his head, trying to break free of that pain.

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But Hilary Stone merely smiled gently at him as she moved over to sit right next to him.

Initially, the pair had been sitting opposite each other. But with Hilary Stone right next to him, it was inevitable for the pair to touch each other.

"Auntie, you…"

"What's wrong? Aren't we relatives? Why do you mind?"

Finn Taylor picked up a glass of water from the table and poured it over his own face as he shook his head vigorously. Then, he rushed off.

Seeing Finn Taylor in such a frenzy, darkness covered Hilary Stone's eyes. "Humph, he's just a piece of trash! If not for the fact that I need to help my son take down your family, you wouldn't even have a chance to touch me, you piece of trash! I'm letting you off this time. Next time, I'll surely accuse you of raping me. We'll see how your family maintains their place in the Larson family when that time comes."

…

Finn Taylor hurriedly escaped from the coffee shop, not stopping to turn back for a glance. His lips were curled up into a smile. 'How interesting. Hilary Stone is back! This mess in the Larson family is about to get even murkier.'

He had obviously put on an act earlier. Ever since he turned six, Finn Taylor understood that he couldn't afford to trust anyone but himself.

'Did Hilary Stone really think she could trick me with her little tricks? How delusional.' Finn Taylor didn't head home immediately. Instead, something popped up in his mind: 'Linda James's accident. No matter what, it's true that something did indeed happen to Linda James this time. It was partly because she had run a red light. but it was also partly because our family doesn't own a car.'

'Even the car that my wife had driven was one that the company had provided her with as the CEO. But now that she's only the Deputy CEO—not the CEO—it's only natural that she no longer has access to it.'

As such, Finn Taylor thought about purchasing a car.

By the time he reached the BMW showroom, it was almost five in the afternoon.

The salesmen had already packed up and were getting ready to leave, but Finn Taylor walked over just then.

'This…'

People who usually purchased BMWs drove other luxury cars over with their friends or family. No matter how poor one was, they would always take a cab over if they didn't own a car.

The salesmen had never seen anyone walking to buy a BMW. 'Won't he become a joke if word gets out?'

Upon entering the showroom, a red BMW on display caught Finn Taylor's eye. He walked over, wanting to have a feel of it.

But he had only just stretched his arm out when a feather duster appeared between his hand and the car. "Sir, you aren't allowed to touch the cars if you aren't buying them."

Finn Taylor eyed the salesman. "Shouldn't I be allowed to take it on a test drive? Do you mean I can't even touch the car?"

"Well, there's a showroom next door that sells SGMWs. You're welcome to test drive any car there. This is a BMW showroom."

Finn Taylor stroked his nose. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing much; it's just that the cars here are more expensive. You'd better not touch the cars if you can't afford them."

Finn Taylor was utterly displeased. "Oh, then I must have this car today. Name your price."

"This is a BMW 5 series—1.5 million." The salesman quoted the price and couldn't help but sneer. 'I have worked here for five years, and I am one of the most experienced salespeople here. While others can only tell whether their customers are wealthy or not, I can even name the brand and prices of the clothes my customers are wearing.'

With just one glance, he could tell that Finn Taylor was dressed in cheap clothes. His entire outfit probably cost only ten dollars.

'If anyone told me that he's here to buy a BMW, I'd take it as the biggest joke I've ever heard.' As such, this salesman didn't even stop to think if his words would offend Finn Taylor.

"1.5 million?"

The moment the salesman heard Finn Taylor's words, he knew that this man in front of him could no longer keep up with his act and was surely going to leave. 'That's right; you don't even have any money. Why did you even come here? You could've gone to SGMW instead. Why did you have to come to BMW? And even if you came, you didn't have to touch that 5 series display. You're just humiliating yourself.'

"That's right; it's 1.5 million. Just leave if you don't have enough money. We're closing for the day." The salesman yawned and was ready to kick Finn Taylor out.

"That's a little cheap. Do you have anything more expensive?"

He had never expected Finn Taylor to give such a response.

'Pfft!' The salesman had to suppress his laughter. 'It's alright if you don't have any money. We're all ordinary people, so it's normal not to be able to afford a BMW. But you're really despicable for trying to act like a rich person.'

"Get out! Get out!" Finally, the salesman could no longer stand it and tried to chase his customer away.

Finn Taylor dazedly stood there, not understanding the situation. 'What's going on? I'm here to buy a car; I'm the customer. Don't they say that the customer is king? Who would chase the king out? Why do they not want my money?'

The din eventually attracted the attention of the BMW showroom's manager. "What's going on? Why is it so noisy?"

Seeing the manager walking over, the salesman got a little anxious inwardly. But he calmed down very quickly. "Sir, someone is creating a din here. I'm chasing him away."

That salesman acted as though he had done nothing wrong and was looking at Finn Taylor as though the latter was a fraud.

"What happened? Tell me everything."

"Alright. Sir, he said he wanted to buy this car, but he can't fork out so much money. Look at what he's wearing. It's so simple…" The salesman knew that he was in the wrong for chasing customers away, but he refused to apologize for that. Thus, he tried to find excuses for himself.

The manager waved him away and gestured for him to keep quiet. Then, he turned to Finn Taylor with a smile. "Hello, Sir. May I get your name? How may I assist you?"

That salesman may have worked here for five years, but the manager had way more experience than him.

He had seen extremely wealthy customers who dressed in very ordinary outfits. From then on, he had told himself that he would definitely treat every customer equally as long as they were here to buy a car.

"There's no need to be so formal. My name is Finn Taylor."

Compared to that sales person, the manager had a much friendlier attitude. Thus, Finn Taylor smiled back at him.

"Finn Taylor? Excuse me for being so crude, but it's best you change your name. This isn't a very auspicious name here in San Francisco."

Finn Taylor was stunned. "Does it really matter?"

"Sir, are you a foreigner? There's a good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law in San Francisco whose name is Finn Taylor too."

'Er…' Finn Taylor was rendered speechless for a moment. "If you're talking about Yvette Larson's husband, that'd be me."

The moment Finn Taylor said those words, the entire showroom fell into silence.

As everyone turned to look at him, their gazes were filled with utter disdain.