Yvette Larson touched the front of the car—there was indeed a scratch on it. 'It seems like it formed because of the accident. Although I didn't pay for the car, my heart still aches.'

In fact, her heart ached even more for her husband. He had clearly bought the car, yet her mom wouldn't even allow him to touch the car!

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Even after Weston Shaw had gotten into an accident with the car, her mom had chosen to blame her husband instead!

She thought about how much Finn Taylor had had to endure and tolerate in the past three years—things he shouldn't have needed to tolerate.

Yvette Larson gave the matter some thought. 'Have I ever thrown tantrums or scolded him for no good reason in the past three years? But I'm certainly not that kind of person. I'm an educated and useful member of society.'

However, she thought deeper about the matter. Then, she suddenly remembered about a dozen incidents where she seemed to have unreasonably scolded her husband just like she had done today.

In the face of this unjust punishment, Finn Taylor had reacted the same way as he had today—enduring it silently.

At the thought of that, Yvette Larson's heart filled with regret. She swore inwardly to herself to treat her husband well from now on and that she was never going to ill-treat him again.

Just then, her husband walked out with the rest of her family.

Yvette Larson was never going to hand the car key over to someone like Weston Shaw again. She leaned against the door to the driver's seat and watched her family walk over. 'How shameless can Weston Shaw get?'

Because he wasn't allowed in the driver's seat, he headed for the front passenger seat.

Just as his hand touched the door, Yvette Larson glared at him as though there were daggers in her eyes. "Scram to the back."

Her voice scared Weston Shaw so much that he had no choice but to head to the back.

Only when Finn Taylor arrived did she move away.

"You'll drive."

Linda James was about to nag again when she witnessed this. "Yvette…"

But before she could finish, her daughter cut her off. "Mom, you didn't fork out a single cent for this car. Shut up and go take your seat."

Linda James was fuming and wanted to say something when her daughter whipped out her phone and showed her a QR code. "If you want to have a say, send me money for the car."

Although Linda James had no idea how much this car went for, she knew how expensive BMWs were. She naturally didn't have anywhere close to that amount of money to offer to her daughter.

In the end, she had no choice but to get into the backseat silently.

Finn Taylor got into the driver's seat while his wife got into the front passenger seat, ignoring the nagging of the people behind them.

The couple had a short discussion before they set off for a hotel.

Very quickly, they arrived at a hotel named Best Boutique Hotel. It wasn't luxurious, but neither was it shabby. It was a four-star hotel at the very least.

As soon as Weston Shaw got out of the car, he headed for the reception desk and asked about how many stars this hotel had.

The moment he found out that this wasn't a five-star hotel but a mere four-star one, his expression darkened. Then, he secretly told his mom about this.

Of course, Karen James immediately expressed her displeasure. "Sister, let me ask you. You weren't exaggerating about Yvette being a CEO, right?"

"No, she's just a Deputy CEO." Linda James couldn't understand what her sister was talking about.

"No? But since it's real, why are we here to have our meal?"

Linda James glanced around—it was clean and bright.

"What's wrong?" She didn't think there was any problem.

"This is only a four-star hotel, not a five-star one. A CEO is treating her auntie to a meal—her biological auntie. How could she bring us to a four-star hotel? Sister, I don't know if you look down on me or if Yvette does. But if that's really the case, I'm going home. You'd better not come to visit us ever again. Anyway, you look down on poor people like us. What's the point of keeping in contact?"

This was the kind of person Karen James was. After being lectured by her niece, she had been frightened and had started to blame herself for everything. She was then back to her usual self after Finn Taylor coaxed her with some words.

But now, she had started to say such bizarre things as though she didn't have a brain.

"No, that's not what we mean. It's just a meal. What's the difference between a four-star hotel and a five-star one?"

"There's a huge difference! It might not matter when you're treating others to a meal, but I'm your biological younger sister and Yvette's biological auntie! Think about it. If people in the company hear about this, what will they think of Yvette? If she treats her own auntie like this, how well will she treat her subordinates? Do you think those people will want to work for Yvette?"

Linda James was a little stunned by her sister's words. 'She does make sense.'

She looked back at her daughter. "Yvette, shall we go somewhere else?"

Yvette Larson couldn't be bothered to entertain her aunt, and she simply said, "Feel free to leave if you don't want to join us."

With that, she turned to walk toward the private room.

Even Finn Taylor couldn't be bothered with that family and simply followed his wife to the private room. 'They can join us if they want to; otherwise, they can simply leave. We'll simply treat it as though we're having a candlelight dinner date with each other.'

Everyone was left standing there dumbfounded.

"You raised her well. You raised her so well. Sister, I finally get to see how well you raised your daughter. If my Weston behaved like that, I'd have killed him a long time ago." Karen James's words that were filled with a hidden meaning caused Linda James's face to sour visibly.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go in. Do you think we haven't embarrassed ourselves enough?" Francis Larson lectured them and pulled his wife toward the private room.

As such, only Karen James's family was left in the lobby.

The family glanced at each other.

Weston Shaw tested the waters by asking, "Mom, what should we do now?"

"What do you mean? Let's go eat. Anyway, it's the Larson family who will be embarrassed. I've never seen such a petty person. Her daughter is already the CEO, yet she's only treating her aunt to a meal at a four-star hotel. If I were that rich, I'd treat them to a meal at a six-star hotel, let alone a five-star or four-star one." With that, Karen James stomped off toward the private room.

But as she reached the door, she seemed to have thought of something. "Oh right, let's go to the seafood corner and see what they have."

"Right. I'll go ask the receptionist where it is."