Finn Taylor glanced at his phone. After confirming the video's contents, he tossed his phone over to Diane Taylor.

The latter was slightly confused, but she instinctively opened that video.

She was overwhelmed with emotions as she watched it. She pointed at the phone and shouted, "This video! It recorded everything that happened just now! It'll prove my innocence!"

With that, Diane Taylor turned the phone to face the public and replayed the video.

All the onlookers gathered around.

From the video, it was clear that Scar Ross's woman had stolen from the shop and that Diane Taylor had gone up to stop her. Then, Scar Ross's woman smashed her own phone onto the ground. After that, they witnessed what had followed.

"Scar Ross, what else do you have to say?"

Scar Ross was slightly afraid. He rushed up, trying to snatch the phone away from Diane Taylor.

Of course, he didn't succeed.

This time, Finn Taylor didn't hold back anymore. He threw a few kicks and punches over. It would be at least three years before Scar Ross would get up from bed.

With that settled, Finn Taylor walked up to Diane Taylor. He stretched his hand out. "My phone."

Diane Taylor was slightly nervous when she saw the former walking over, but she quickly handed his phone back to him after hearing his words.

Finn Taylor had no interest in listening to her. He walked up to his wife, picked up the cat, and was getting ready to leave.

But just then, Diane Taylor seemed to have gathered up her courage and rushed over. "Hello, sir. My name is Diane Taylor, and I'm majoring in veterinary science. Could you please take me in? I'll take good care of your precious cat."

Diane Taylor had proven her innocence, but she knew that her boss would definitely fire her out of fear of Scar Ross.

In fact, it wasn't just her boss. The entire marché would probably be against her.

However, she desperately needed a job.

Finn Taylor was rendered speechless. 'I solved her problem for her, but why does it feel like I'm creating more trouble for myself?'

However, Yvette Larson maintained her smile. "You know how to take care of cats?"

To be honest, taking care of this cat would take up too much of the couple's time—time that they didn't have. However, Yvette Larson knew that the cat would be done for if she were to hand it over to her mom.

"Yes, that's my major at college. I'll do well to take care of it."

Yvette Larson hesitated. "Can you cook and clean?"

"Huh?" Diane Taylor was stunned, but she immediately regained her senses and nodded. "Yes, I can!"

"Alright, we'll hire you. You can help around the house and help to take care of our cat."

Although Diane Taylor was slightly taken aback, she wasn't going to refuse the offer. Children from poor families had to grow up early, so she naturally wasn't going to despise the job of a nanny.

"Let me tell you something. My husband's surname is Taylor too. This must be fate."

Diane Taylor looked at Finn Taylor, visibly moved. "You're a Taylor too. Hello, hello."

Finn Taylor handed the cat over to the girl. He, of course, wasn't going to go against his wife's decision.

As the trio walked away, Diane Taylor looked awkwardly at the couple. "About that… Do you mind if I ask about my pay?"

Finn Taylor chuckled. "Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell you. We must come to a consensus on your pay. How about 3,000 dollars a month for now? If you think it's too much work, I can increase your pay from there."

Diane Taylor wondered if she was dreaming. '3,000 dollars? What kind of nanny earns 3,000 dollars a month? Could it be…'

Her mind ran astray. "That… I don't mind being paid less. I'm from a good family, and I'll only do what I should. I won't accede to any of those weird requests."

'Pfft!' Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson burst out into laughter in unison. 'Diane Taylor is too imaginative.'

"You are really overthinking it. You'll understand why 3,000 dollars is normal once you come to our house." Yvette Larson was the one who said that. Then, she added, "Oh right, he's really upright too. He'll ignore you even if you try to seduce him."

Diane Taylor stole a glance at Finn Taylor. Seeing that he couldn't care less about her, she finally let her guard down.

When she realized that Finn Taylor drove a BMW, she couldn't help but look on in awe. 'This family is probably really rich. Even though they are wealthy, they are still cultured and well-mannered. As expected, there is a huge difference between different people.'

The car drove along and headed toward Pacific Heights.

Diane Taylor knew nothing about the property prices here. She was still a college student, and none of her friends were from such prestigious families. However, her heart started thumping rapidly as they arrived at Number One Pacific Heights.

She had never seen such a humongous house in her life. At that moment, she finally understood why Yvette Larson had told her that 3,000 dollars weren't much once they arrived here.

She also understood why Finn Taylor told her that she could request a higher salary if she thought that it was too much work.

"Who is she?" Linda James sat on the sofa, savoring an apple. Seeing Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson return with a stranger, she was filled with curiosity.

"Mom, she's our hired help. You can let her take care of the cooking and cleaning around here from now on."

Linda James was filled with displeasure upon hearing that. "Why would you need hired help? Don't we have Finn Taylor? He was the one who cooked and cleaned in the past."

Yvette Larson gestured around. "Haven't we moved into a new house? He'll be too tired to clean the whole house. It's good that we hired a helper."

"Oh, how much does it cost?" Linda James was still annoyed.

"3,000 dollars."

"3,000 dollars?" Linda James leaped up. "Finn Taylor, I think you must've gone crazy. Did you think that I'd stop caring about you just because you've bought a house? How could you force Yvette to hire a helper just because you don't want to cook? How could you hire a helper and such an expensive one at that? Tell me, who is forking out that 3,000 dollars?"

Yvette Larson sighed. "Mom, we're a family. Why do you always try to draw lines between us?"

Linda James hated her daughter so much at that moment. "What do you know? You may treat him like family, but does he treat you as family? I've already checked—his name is the only one on this house's property deed."

"Finn Taylor, if you treat Yvette as family, you should transfer this house to her. What do you think about that?"