Seeing the expression on Yvette Larson's face, her husband reached out for her hand. He was comforting her and trying to tell her not to panic.

In reality, Finn Taylor wasn't flustered at all. He had already made preparations. 'Hilary Stone thinks too highly of herself if she thinks she'll be able to turn the tables against us.'

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Joseph Larson took that contract and flipped it open slowly. He started reading it meticulously, not missing even a word.

The further into the document he read, the more shocked he got.

Everyone in the room saw the Old Master's expression. 'What's on that contract?'

And that was how time ticked by until ten minutes passed.

Joseph Larson took a deep breath. "Ok."

That was all he said.

"Grandpa, what's on that contract?" Quince Larson couldn't hold himself back and burst out.

"The contract states that the Larson family will collaborate with the Sanders family. From now on, our family will be on equal footing with the Sanders family and benefit from San Francisco's business industry together."

Hiss!

They had already guessed that the contract meant a lot the moment Joseph Larson said 'ok,' but they had never expected this!

Yvette Larson's contracts would only make the Larson family second to the Sanders family at the very most. But with Hilary Stone's contract, they would be on equal grounds with the Sanders family!

If anyone else had presented this contract, everyone would've wondered if it was fake. But because it had come from Hilary Stone, nobody suspected anything. 'She's Hilary Stone. She's definitely capable of doing that.'

'But would Grandpa accept Hilary Stone's contract? After all, this contract is a bit disgraceful. If we accept it, other families in San Francisco will definitely frown upon us. Besides, Hilary Stone's demand in return for the contract is for Quinn Larson to inherit the family. That's a taboo in the Larson family. If we were to do so, all prominent families in San Francisco would definitely turn their eyes to Quinn Larson. Then, it's just a matter of time before the question about his father comes up.'

Joseph Larson was deep in thought.

Nobody dared to speak up.

Nobody dared to cut in at such a critical moment.

"Dad, Yvette and Eleanor are girls, and it isn't realistic for their children to be Larsons. It won't be right. As for the boys, there are only Quince and Quinn. Quince may be your eldest grandson, but he's done such shameful things that have damaged our family's reputation. He's brought a lot of trouble upon us. My son—Quinn—is young, intelligent, and well-educated. Why shouldn't he be given the position of family head?"

In Hilary Stone's eyes, the entire Larson family were pieces of trash. Only her son was a talent.

In the face of such criticism, even the initially raging second and third branches were left speechless.

Franklin Larson and Frederick Larson only dared to fight with the family's eldest branch. Neither of them dared to make a peep against this woman.

Yvette Larson wanted to say something but eventually held herself back. She wasn't in any place to speak about these rumors.

Of course, Hilary Stone had to have something else up her sleeves if she dared to be so bold.

Because Joseph Larson hadn't spoken, nobody dared to say a thing either.

Hilary Stone had already known that this would happen. Unfortunately, her calculations hadn't accounted for someone—Finn Taylor.

She should've never attacked Yvette Larson. She was Finn Taylor's soft spot.

Once Master Peregrine flared up, millions would die.

Finn Taylor walked up to Hilary Stone and reached out, directly grabbing her neck. Exerting some force, he slowly lifted her up from the ground.

Hilary Stone was in great distress. She felt as though she was going to suffocate!

She struggled to break free. Unfortunately, that didn't do anything.

She struggled for a good three minutes until her whole face was flushed. She was on the verge of death.

Finn Taylor then shoved her to the ground.

As Hilary Stone lay on the ground, she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath.

It took a long while before she finally regained her senses, and she glared at Finn Taylor fiercely. "What are you doing?"

Hilary Stone went crazy. She had almost lost it earlier. 'Finn Taylor had clearly been trying to kill me!'

"You know best what I'm trying to do."

Hilary Stone was slightly guilty and didn't dare to ask any further. Her guess was that the other had found out about her attacking his wife, but she wasn't clear about how Finn Taylor had found out about it.

However, the latter didn't care about Hilary Stone and simply turned to the Old Master. "Grandpa, I'm only addressing you as Grandpa because I respect you. I hope that your actions are worthy of respect."

'Finn Taylor has never rebuked anyone, nor has he ever fought back when being beaten up. Who would've imagined that he would talk back to Grandpa today?'

"Everyone from the Larson family is here. It's a major matter to choose a successor. Grandpa, you'd better think it through. I have something for you."

With that, Finn Taylor took out a stack of papers and put them in Joseph Larson's hand. He then picked up his wife's hand. "Grandpa, it'll be our last time here. The next time we're here, I hope that Yvette will be the Larson family head. Otherwise, we won't so much as step in the Larson family's residence."

With that, Finn Taylor dragged his spouse out of the house.

Everything had happened so suddenly, but Finn Taylor wasn't Hilary Stone after all.

Immediately, Frederick Larson and Franklin Larson became elders once again. "Brother, you… I don't even know what to say. Is this how you raise your children? It's a father's duty to raise his child well. It's fine that Finn Taylor is insensible, but how could Yvette leave too?"

"Who did she learn such bad habits from?"

Frederick Larson and Franklin Larson went on.

But by now, Joseph Larson had already flipped the stack of photos around to look at them.

They were all of Quinn Larson, and each revealed an unspeakable sight.

Just moments earlier, he had truly considered handing the family down to Quinn Larson. But that thought immediately dissipated the moment he looked at these photos. 'It's indeed a father's duty to educate his children. This is absolutely true. Unfortunately, that shouldn't have been directed at Yvette but Quinn. Like mother, like son. He's the true disgrace in the family. If I were to put someone like this in charge of the family, the Larson family would be ruined.'