Very quickly, Weston Shaw found out where the seafood area was.

Then, the shameless family of three headed over to take a look at the spread.

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"This looks good. It's an Australian lobster, isn't it?" Karen James pointed at a lobster while asking the waitress nearby.

"Yes, these are authentic Australian lobsters."

"Alright, we'll take seven."

The waitress was stunned. "Madam, customers usually order only one Australian lobster. It's more than enough."

"What, can't we have one per person? Do you think we can't afford it?"

"You misunderstood me, Madam. That's not what I meant."

"Hurry up and put it aside for us then."

The waitress could only say that she had been enlightened today. She had never seen anyone order an Australian lobster for each person.

"This—is this abalone?"

"Yes, these are authentic abalones from the East China Ocean."

"We'll take five kilograms of this for now."

'Er…' The waitress seemed to want to say something but restrained herself.

"What's this?" Karen James pointed at a dark thing that she had never seen before.

"This is sea cucumber from the Atlantic Ocean."

"Oh, sea cucumber. Come, we'll have one each. Why are the sea cucumbers so small? Do you have anything bigger?"

"I'm so sorry, Madam. This is, unfortunately, all we have."

"Humph! Didn't I say that the Larson family is stingy? Look at how small the sea cucumbers at four-star hotels are!"

The waitress wanted to rebuke Karen James. 'These sea cucumbers are big enough. You'd have to go into the deep sea to catch any bigger ones. Even if you were to go to a five-star hotel, it'd definitely be of the same size.'

But seeing that Karen James wasn't one to be trifled with, she eventually gave up that thought.

"This, this, that, and that. We'll have five kilograms of each."

Adding everything together, Karen James had ordered more than a dozen different types of seafood. She then left while complaining. "Sigh, a four-star hotel is a four-star hotel. It's nothing like a five-star hotel; their seafood selection is so small."

The waitress watched Karen James walk away, resisting the urge to punch the latter.

…

Within the private room.

Yvette Larson quickly ordered a few dishes.

But by the time the waitress served the dishes, Karen James's family still hadn't arrived yet.

"Don't tell me that they left." Linda James was a little worried. After all, it was her younger sister that they were talking about. 'If my sister really has left, that will be a little embarrassing for me.'

"So be it. Let's just eat." Yvette Larson's mood wasn't the slightest bit affected by Karen James's family. She picked up a piece of meat and placed it on her husband's plate.

Just then, Karen James's family walked in.

"Wow, how loving. You're even taking food for your husband. Our family has never heard of matrilocal sons-in-law eating at the same table. Your Larson family has really opened our eyes." For some strange reason, Karen James's words were filled with sarcasm.

"Auntie, that's funny. Our family doesn't have that rule. If you want to eat, you can sit down. Otherwise, you're welcome to leave too. The door is right there." Yvette Larson didn't even look up before she started to eat.

'How dare Yvette Larson rebuke me when I'm older than her? I was just lecturing Finn Taylor. This family has no manners. How could they start to eat when their elders aren't even here yet?' She pointed at Yvette Larson but couldn't say a word.

But naturally, she couldn't afford to leave. Her seafood dishes hadn't arrived yet.

Linda James stood up and pulled her sister in. "Come on; have a seat. Don't be so childish."

Linda James tugged at her sister, who eventually sat down.

Yvette Larson didn't care about what was going on. 'Whether she's willing or not, she will eventually have to have her meal.'

Suddenly, several waitresses entered the room. Each of them was carrying a dish.

Yvette Larson did a quick count.

There were nearly 100 dishes! Moreover, every single dish was an expensive one—ranging from Australian lobsters to abalones.

"Did you guys make a mistake? We never ordered these." Yvette Larson's first reaction was that the waitresses had definitely made a mistake. 'I never ordered such expensive seafood.'

"Yvette, I was the one who ordered them. It's such a rare opportunity that I'm visiting you. Besides, you're the CEO now. We should celebrate with these dishes."

Yvette Larson nearly exploded after hearing that. 'You old hag. It's easy for you to say, but do you know how expensive these dishes are? When added up, all these dishes will cost 20,000 dollars at the very least! Thousands of dollars to treat you to a meal? You must think very highly of yourself!'

'However, these dishes have already been ordered and served. There'd be no point in me kicking up a huge fuss.'

Finn Taylor shook his head at his wife, telling her that there was no point in making a scene.

Yvette Larson whispered to him, "I don't have that much money."

Then, Finn Taylor furtively handed his card over to his wife.

Yvette Larson's mind was in a jumble as she received that card. 'Everyone is spreading rumors that Finn is nothing more than a matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family and relies on his wife's family. But in my heart, I'm clear about just how many times he has helped me. Now, I even need my husband to pay for a meal!'

However, she had no other choice. If she didn't accept his money, she wouldn't be able to pay for the meal.

In the end, Yvette Larson took the card and stuffed it into her pocket without saying a word.

Halfway through the meal, Weston Shaw suddenly left the room.

When he returned, his eye was badly bruised and swollen. It was obvious that someone had beaten him up.

He stumbled into the room with three to four muscular men chasing behind him.

He rushed up to Yvette Larson and pointed at her. "This is my cousin. She's the Larson Corporation's CEO. Do you guys have a death wish?"

As expected, those men stopped chasing after him.

Weston Shaw's heart leaped with joy. 'Have I really managed to subdue them?'

Just then, a man walked in. He was bald and had an extremely ferocious face.

It was obvious he was a tough cookie.

After entering, he dragged a chair over and sat down. "Young man, you can't stop me by using the Larson family's name. However, I have met Quince Larson a few times and eaten with him. If you hand this young man over to me, I won't put you on the spot."

Of course, Karen James jolted up from her chair. "Who are you? Why should I hand my son over to you?"

"Oh, he's your son. You didn't raise him well, so I'll teach him for you. Sam."

At that, a muscular man rushed over and subdued Weston Shaw under his foot.