Finn Taylor narrowed his eyes as he glanced at the invitation. "Get in."

Once the couple was in the car, Finn Taylor started asking about the invitation. "Did the Sanders family send this over?"

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"Yes, they said it's a tea party. All the young entrepreneurs in San Francisco have been invited, but I'm the only one in the Larson family who received the invitation."

"Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson must be terribly jealous."

"Sigh. They did come to my office to leave some sarcastic comments, but I'd much rather they receive this than me."

'The Sanders family isn't one to be trifled with. This invitation spells trouble, just like how we had nearly gotten into trouble the previous time. Who knows if we'll be able to return after going? But if we don't go, we'll offend the Sanders family and give them an excuse to make things difficult for us. What a great strategy.'

Even Finn Taylor couldn't help but respect the Sanders family for this move. "Are you allowed to bring any family members?"

Yvette Larson widened her eyes and stared at her husband. "Do you want to tag along? No, no. It's too dangerous. The last time…"

"That's right. I went with you last time, and we returned safely, didn't we? The tea party is tomorrow. Alright, let's go get outfits for ourselves. We'll attend that party dressed to the nines tomorrow."

Yvette Larson was rendered speechless; she was worried sick. 'What am I supposed to do about this tea party?'

But Finn Taylor looked indifferent as though he hadn't taken the matter to heart at all.

That was absolutely true—Finn Taylor indeed hadn't taken it to heart.

The so-called first family in San Francisco was nothing more than a joke in his eyes. It wouldn't even take much for him to ruin the whole Sanders family. It was just that he didn't want to expose his true identity that quickly.

More importantly, the Sanders family didn't mean much. Destroying them wouldn't bring him much benefit anyway.

It was best not to alert the enemy to his actions for the time being.

The only reason Finn Taylor had chosen not to touch the Sanders family yet was to lure Colorado's Sanders tribe out.

'The eight tribes. How interesting.'

While Yvette Larson hadn't intended to buy anything at first, her mood completely changed once they entered the mall.

After some time, the couple walked into a boutique selling vintage dresses.

As the couple walked in, they headed for the same dress. It was the most eye-catching piece in the entire boutique.

It gave off the vibes that only princesses were fit to wear this dress.

"This one's not bad." Finn Taylor reached out and was about to touch the dress when a sales assistant spoke up.

"Sir, you aren't allowed to touch any of our dresses."

Finn Taylor sneered. 'Before entering, I observed several customers browsing. They had clearly touched these dresses. You obviously look down on me and think that I can't afford this.'

"Oh. Are you not letting me touch it because you think that I won't be able to afford it?" Finn Taylor was slightly annoyed. 'I went to great lengths to bring my wife out to try and lift her mood, but you're making me feel uneasy now.'

"Sir, it's a misunderstanding. This is a rule in our boutique. We treat all customers equally."

"Is that so?" Finn Taylor sneered and then walked up to the reception to press a few keys.

Surveillance footage then popped up on the screen. It was the footage of the shop assistant serving other customers earlier in the day.

Those customers were clearly touching the dresses in the footage.

This was a slap in that sales assistant's face.

"Oh, I'm sorry; she's new and insensible. Sir, please don't get upset. I'll apologize to you and make it up to you." Seeing that an argument was going to break out, a manager stepped in.

She was trying to diffuse the situation with an apology, but Finn Taylor had already suffered for the entire day.

He, of course, wasn't going to let the other party off with a mere apology. "You have no right to speak to me. Get your boss here."

In an instant, the manager didn't know what to do. 'If I were to call my boss over, that sales assistant would probably get into trouble. Worse still, I would probably be dragged into the matter.'

As such, she stood rooted at the spot, trying to salvage the situation. "Sir, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience. We'll definitely lecture her and train her well. Do you like this dress? You have good taste…"

The manager hadn't even finished her sentence before Finn Taylor shoved all the racks to the ground.

The dresses fell to the ground one by one. "Do you not understand me? Get your boss here."

The manager trembled in fear. She knew that she no longer had control over the situation.

If she continued trying to salvage it, it would only go in a downward spiral from here.

In the end, she had no choice but to make a call to her boss.

Within ten minutes, her boss arrived.

But Finn Taylor had never expected to see someone following behind the boss—it was the manager of Red Sage Club.

They didn't seem like a couple but siblings.

"Brother, are you trying to destroy my boutique?" The boss took in his surroundings, realizing that the racks were all on the ground.

Before Finn Taylor could even say a word, the woman beside him stomped on his foot. "How could you speak to a customer like that? Get lost."

That female manager stepped forward and said with a smile, "Sir, I'm so sorry. This was our fault."

She pointed at the sales assistant. "You're fired."

Then, she pointed to the boutique's manager. "You're fired too."

The boss stared dazedly at his younger cousin. After all, they had a good relationship with his cousin. 'What's gotten into her? Why did she fire both of them at once? Why is she being so vicious?'

"Sister, you…"

"Brother, you'd better listen to me. Otherwise, I'll tell Auntie about all those illegal dealings you've been involved in."

Because of this threat, the boss didn't dare to make a peep.

It seemed like the female manager had a mountain of evidence against him.

But Finn Taylor wasn't at all interested in that family's problems. "I don't care if you fire them, but I want her to apologize to my wife."

The female manager nodded. She walked up to that sales assistant and slapped the latter in the face. "Lily, you'd better come clean about this. Otherwise, I can't promise you that you'll walk out unscathed."

Lily, the manager, and even the female manager's cousin were dumbfounded by this. 'What's gotten into her today? It feels like she's going to swallow someone up whole.'

But the female manager didn't want to swallow anyone. All she wanted was for Lily to apologize.

By this time, Lily was also scared stiff.

With the female manager leading her, she dazedly walked up to make an apology. However, she had never expected the female manager to kick her in the knee.

Lily slouched over and fell onto the ground in a kneel.

Hiss!

Everyone sucked in a breath.

Finn Taylor couldn't help but marvel. "What a vicious woman!"