Finn Taylor had no interest in the fight between Kenneth Landon and Cassandra Campbell. 'This fight in San Francisco is getting more interesting. The Landon family, the Larson family, and the Sanders family are all involved in it now.'

This seemingly messy situation was all under Finn Taylor's control. Similarly, he held the final say over all of their lives.

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Finn Taylor strolled out and headed home.

…

The next day.

Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson managed to find somewhere for Clarine Landon to stay.

As the three of them arrived at her new residence, Yvette Larson and Clarine Landon received a message at the very same time.

They glanced at each other.

"What's wrong?" Finn Taylor saw that something was amiss.

'Pfft!'

'Hahaha!'

Just then, the best friends burst out into laughter.

"What's wrong?"

"We have a friend named Gavin Kleine. He's inviting us for a housewarming party now that he's gotten a new house."

"Someone you haven't been in contact with?"

"Yes, that's exactly the case. The classmates who contact you after a long time either treat you to a meal or want to borrow money from you."

Finn Taylor couldn't help but sneer. 'There's no need to keep too many close friends; you only need a few good friends. Anyway, everyone else will eventually leave you. Most of them only treat you to a meal when they get a house, get married, or have children just to get a huge sum of money in return.'

"Reply to him and tell him that you'll be there on time."

"Huh?" Yvette Larson and Clarine Landon were both stunned. They hadn't expected Finn Taylor to give such a suggestion.

"Are we really going?"

"Why shouldn't we go when they're inviting us?"

Seeing how insistent Finn Taylor was, the two best friends didn't refuse. As such, they both replied to Gavin Kleine, saying that they would be there right on time.

Clarine Landon suddenly stepped in front of Finn Taylor. "Let me tell you a secret: Gavin Kleine used to pursue Yvette when we were still in school."

Finn Taylor remained indifferent; he wasn't surprised at all because he had already known about this. When he had first entered the Larson family, he had already conducted a thorough investigation on his wife.

At that time, he simply thought that this was a marriage of convenience. He hadn't expected himself to be smiling after the investigation. He was deeply attracted to this strong, independent, and beautiful girl.

Finn Taylor had no idea what Gavin Kleine's intention for sending this invitation was. 'Well, I don't mind attending this party just to receive your declaration of war personally. Then, you'd better know to retreat yourself and not be too delusional.'

Gavin Kleine's housewarming party was set for seven days later. The location was none other than Gavin Kleine's newly purchased house at Bayview.

Because this place was well-connected, property prices there were on the high side.

The only properties that were more expensive were those in the downtown region and the villas at Pacific Heights.

Finn Taylor, Yvette Larson, and Clarine Landon headed to Bayview together.

…

The Bayview neighborhood.

At that moment, Gavin Kleine's house was filled with guests.

Gavin Kleine glanced at the clock, then at the gate.

Some people witnessed that scene, and they couldn't help but mock him, "Gavin, are you looking for Yvette?"

'Pfft!'

The moment that person said those words, the whole house erupted into laughter.

"Gavin Kleine, oh Gavin Kleine. You value hoes more than bros. So many of your classmates are here, yet you don't even care about us. But look at how panicked you are just because Yvette isn't here yet."

"There's no point being so frantic anyway. She's already married, so you don't even stand a chance."

As the topic of Yvette Larson's marriage came up, everyone seemed to be interested in the conversation and had gathered around.

"What's the name of her husband?"

"Finn Taylor."

"Oh right, Finn Taylor."

"What husband? He's just a useless matrilocal son-in-law."

At the mention of Finn Taylor's status as a matrilocal son-in-law, all the guests seemed to become livelier.

"I heard that Finn Taylor hasn't even touched Yvette Larson once in the past three years. Is that true?"

"Who knows? But what we do know is that Yvette Larson hasn't gotten pregnant even after three years."

'Hahaha!'

Thinking about how Finn Taylor hadn't even managed to touch his wife after three years, they couldn't hold their laughter in.

But just then, three people walked into the house.

As everyone else took a closer look at the three new visitors, everyone recognized two of the three—Yvette Larson and Clarine Landon.

"Yvette? Clarine?" Gavin Kleine walked up and asked hesitantly.

Yvette Larson and Clarine Landon presented him with a gift. "That's right. It's us."

Yvette Larson glanced around. 'There are quite a few of my old classmates in attendance.'

Gavin Kleine received the gift before pointing at Finn Taylor. "Who's this?"

"My husband, Finn Taylor."

The moment Yvette Larson said this, the atmosphere in the room froze. 'We had just been talking about Finn Taylor, and now, he's right in front of us!'

Many of them stared at the new visitors, trying to see for themselves just how this famous matrilocal son-in-law of San Francisco looked like.

Finn Taylor was no stranger to such stares. In the past three years, he had been the object of many such curious stares.

Everyone was simply curious about that rumored useless matrilocal son-in-law.

'It doesn't bother me. Look as much as you want.' Finn Taylor had gotten used to this after three years of training.

"What are you all staring at? It's Gavin Kleine's housewarming party today; he should be the star. Why are you all staring at my husband? He's not a beautiful celebrity." While Finn Taylor wasn't bothered by such stares, his wife was.

She knew exactly how talented her husband was. Although she didn't understand why her husband had chosen to hide his true abilities, she knew that he had his own reasons. But as long as she was around, she wouldn't allow anyone to bully him.

"Right, right. I'm the star today. Let's go take a look around my house." Gavin Kleine then brought everyone on a tour around his house.

"Yvette, look at this chandelier. What do you think about it? I had it flown over from France. It cost me 30,000 dollars."

Hiss!

In an instant, everyone drew a breath in.

"30,000? Gavin, you're so rich."

"Rich? Not really. I earn only a few hundred thousand dollars a year." Gavin Kleine spoke haughtily and was up in the clouds. He was clearly bragging.

"A few hundred thousand? Gavin, where do you work?"

"Have you heard of the Sullivan Corporation?"

"The Sullivan family of New York?"

"Yes, that's their company. I was initially working in New York, but I was transferred here after they opened a branch office here. I'm probably third in command in the Sullivan Corporation now. A few hundred thousand dollars a month doesn't mean much. I just returned to San Francisco and didn't have a place for myself, so I just bought a house to make do for now. Once I have the time, I'll go to Pacific Heights to take a look around."