The bus didn't stop just because of their protests, and very quickly, they arrived at Number One Pacific Heights.

The driver brought the bus to a gradual stop.

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Uncle Sam brought two boxes of cigarettes over.

The driver couldn't help but exclaim that this family was different. 'They are so generous! Whenever I chauffeured other passengers, they only offered me very ordinary cigarettes. It's my first time receiving such luxurious cigarettes, and I've received two boxes!'

After handing out the cigarettes, Uncle Sam got on the bus. "It's been a long journey. Please come down and have some refreshments. We've prepared a lot of delectable food for all of you."

But nobody was convinced by Uncle Sam. In fact, someone even questioned his identity.

"Who are you? How much did Yvette Larson pay you to put on a show here? Do you know that we'll be trespassing the moment we get out? Maybe the villa's true owner will suddenly show up and chop our limbs off before throwing us off Pacific Heights!"

Uncle Sam let out a smile. "Yvette Larson is my master's wife. It's only right to do whatever she instructs me to."

Not a single person believed Uncle Sam's words.

But just then, someone appeared in front of them—Linda James.

She had wanted to continue lecturing her daughter when she realized that her relatives from the Larson family had arrived. As such, she immediately rushed out.

She couldn't wait to tell the world that their family had bought a new house—at Number One Pacific Heights, no less!

Linda James looked at her guests. "Since you're all here, why don't you get down? Come on in. Although this is our house, just treat this as your own house."

With that, she went up to pull Eleanor Larson down.

That was how Eleanor Larson was dragged out of the bus.

At that moment, everyone was utterly confused. 'Even if Yvette Larson is trying to kill all of us, she wouldn't possibly hurt her mom, right? But don't you think it's impossible for her to buy Number One Pacific Heights?'

While everyone was still lost in confusion, Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson appeared.

Upon seeing Finn Taylor, the bus driver immediately got out and tried to shake the former's hand. 'This is the owner of Number One Pacific Heights! I'd probably win the lottery if I shake his hand!'

Of course, Finn Taylor didn't look down on him and shook his hand. He even gave him some money.

Seeing that Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson were standing in front of the villa, the passengers finally got off. However, everyone was still in a daze.

Quince Larson pointed at Number One Pacific Heights and asked his cousin, "Is this the new house that you bought?"

"Of course."

Quince Larson had already been prepared to mock the couple once he arrived at their house, but now, he had to swallow all of his prepared words. He furtively pushed the Rolex up his sleeve, trying his best to conceal it.

While it was true that a Rolex was expensive, there was no comparing it to Number One Pacific Heights!

"Uncle Sam, go greet the guests." Finn Taylor addressed Uncle Sam.

Uncle Sam put on a wide smile. "Hello, everyone. I'm the butler of Number One Pacific Heights. Please come with me."

With that, he raised his right arm up and led everyone into the house.

When they walked in, they were overwhelmed with emotions.

Everyone knew that Number One Pacific Heights was wonderful, but one wouldn't even be able to imagine just how luxurious and perfect it was until one toured it personally.

Uncle Sam led the guests to a hall—it was terribly extravagant and had luxurious details. "This is the third hall of Number One Pacific Heights. Please have a seat; I'll bring some snacks over."

Everyone had heard Uncle Sam's words and had caught the most important detail: This was just the third hall.

That also meant that it was nowhere near the most extravagant hall in the whole villa. In fact, it wasn't even the backup second hall.

They couldn't help but feel jealousy rise up in their hearts.

"Yvette Larson, what do you mean by this? How could you host us in the third hall? What, are we not important enough to be hosted in the main hall?" Eleanor Larson had spoken up.

She wasn't the only one who was displeased. The rest of the Larson family members were as well.

But Yvette Larson's classmates were already so stunned that they couldn't utter a word, including Gavin Kleine.

Previously, he had even boasted in Yvette Larson's face that he earned hundreds of thousands of dollars every year. But that was a joke compared to Number One Pacific Heights!

"Yvette Larson, don't tell me that you spent a fortune renting this third hall. Is that why you won't allow us into the main hall?" Quince Larson proposed a bold suggestion.

It was absurd, but all the other guests agreed with him. 'How could Yvette Larson suddenly have so much money to buy Number One Pacific Heights? But she would probably have enough money to rent the third hall here. After all, you do know Hunter Sullivan. You might've been able to rent it with his help.'

"It's not that I don't want to host you there, but it's mainly because the main hall is too small."

The reason Finn Taylor had arranged for them to be in the third hall instead of the main hall was that the main hall and second hall couldn't fit so many people.

The main hall was a conference room meant for two. It was meant for the villa owner to welcome his most important guests for a chat.

As for the second hall, it wasn't big either. It was for the villa owner to have their own family over. It was cozy and could only fit four at the very most.

With dozens of people around, they naturally had to use the third hall.

Of course, not a single person believed Finn Taylor.

He laughed. 'These people are so ignorant.'

He gestured. "Uncle Sam, why don't you show them around?'

Quince Larson, Eleanor Larson, and the rest of the Larson family didn't believe him. As such, they followed behind Uncle Sam to take a look at the main hall and second hall.

All of them wanted to find fault in what Finn Taylor had said. But by the time they returned, their faces were all filled with incredulity.

It seemed as though they had been struck down completely. Oh, the pain of being ignorant fools.

Just like Finn Taylor had said, the main hall and second hall were smaller and not suitable for hosting that many guests. However, they were far more luxuriously decked out than the third hall.

The greatest question Quince Larson had on his mind was where the money had come from. 'I wonder if I should let Grandpa know about this.'