"Finn, I think we'd better not go for the gathering." Yvette Larson thought of some bad memories and suggested that they not attend it.

"No, we have to go."

Yvette Larson saw that her husband was resolute and wasn't going to give in. "What, are you going to rebuke me now?"

Finn Taylor narrowed his eyes. "Those people want to bully you. Don't you think I should teach them a lesson?"

Yvette Larson was stunned. 'My husband is too charming. He's no piece of trash; he just couldn't be bothered to get back at them. But just look at that—he's no piece of trash when someone bullies me.'

"Oh, ok." Yvette Larson nodded, not trying to stop her husband anymore.

He was her husband. As long as he made a decision, she would simply trust him as his wife.

"We still have a week until that gathering."

"Now that we've drifted apart, we no longer compare our photos like we did in college. We just get together to have a meal, chat, and play some games. Actually, everyone has just been flaunting their wealth during our gatherings over the past few years. It's really meaningless, but we can still go if you want to."

Finn Taylor nodded as though he was deep in thought.

Time flew by, and the day of the Travelers Club gathering arrived.

Over the past few days, Zane Yeller had sent Master Peregrine some information.

The boss of that food kiosk was named Dagger Martin. He had indeed been a vicious man in the past and had been a prominent figure in San Francisco.

Once, he had gone all the way to Siberia and assassinated a powerful man there with just a single dagger.

He could fight against hundreds of people alone—what a feat that was.

It was exactly because of this that another gang leader had kidnapped his woman. However, he had provoked too many powerful forces in Siberia, and they all came charging at him.

On the third day, Dagger Martin witnessed his woman dying right in front of him. Then, they had broken both his legs.

It was through sheer willpower that he had managed to escape and survive. From then on, he had gone into hiding, living a normal life by running this food kiosk.

Many customers had eaten at this food kiosk, and from their memories, the boss was a foolish coward.

Who would've imagined that he had been such an impressive figure in the past?

'Interesting!' With that, Finn Taylor instructed Zane Yeller to check on the Siberian gang leader who had gone against Dagger Martin in the first place.

He wanted Zane Yeller to bring that man over.

After doing all that, Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson got ready to attend the Travelers Club gathering.

This year, the gathering was being held in New York.

New York was a global city, and the views were spectacular.

Finn Taylor had intended on driving his BMW over, but Linda James said that she was going to visit her sisters in that car.

Finn Taylor knew that his mother-in-law wanted to boast to her sisters that she had a car and a house now.

Her car was a BMW, and her house was Number One Pacific Heights!

With no other choice, Finn Taylor could only take a long bus ride over with his wife.

Thankfully, it was rather convenient, and he didn't think much of it.

He glanced at his spouse, who was giggling. Although she was the Larson family's eldest young lady, she didn't have the airs of a spoiled young lady.

'It's not like I haven't taken a bus in the past. We don't have to drive.'

But not everyone was as understanding as her—just like Clarine Landon, who was making this journey with the couple.

Along the way, she repeatedly rolled her eyes at Finn Taylor. "I must say, I don't mind that you let Auntie Linda have the car, but couldn't you have rented one? Do you know how many people will be at the gathering? Don't you think that they will think that Yvette is leading a sad life now that she's married? Won't they become even more pleased and gleeful—especially Annie Fraser?"

This was Finn Taylor's second time hearing this name. Clarine Landon had mentioned it once while at the diner, and she had told him that Annie Fraser would always bully his wife in the past.

After Yvette Larson won the competition several times, Annie Fraser had gotten even more displeased and hated her even more.

Finn Taylor wanted to see just how arrogant this Annie Fraser was.

After a long journey, the trio finally arrived in New York.

The Traveling Club members had chosen to hold this gathering at a hotel named Sands Bay, which wasn't far from the bus station.

Because of what Clarine Landon had said earlier, Finn Taylor hailed a cab this time.

Just as they arrived at the hotel, a Maserati just pulled in as well.

The two cars rolled to a stop at the same time, and their passengers got out at the very same time.

As Finn Taylor got out of the taxi, he noticed a woman getting out of the Maserati's front passenger seat. Her eyes were filled with hatred as she glanced toward them.

Clarine Landon immediately reminded Finn Taylor, "She's Annie Fraser. That man is her husband—Michael Sinclair. He's the eldest son of New York's Sinclair family."

Hearing Clarine Landon's words, Finn Taylor couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. 'What a coincidence—it's such a small world! Annie Fraser has a grudge against Yvette, while I wanted to meet Michael Sinclair's family as well. It's all because Heather Larson works in their company—that woman who was born in the Larson family but is trying to harm my wife. It's just as well. I'll get rid of all of them together.'

"Oh, the Travelers Club's beauty—Ms. Yvette Larson—is finally willing to attend this gathering. What an honor! But why have you fallen to such a state? Why did you have to take a taxi here? Don't tell me that you don't even have enough money to buy a car!" The moment Annie Fraser approached them, she spoke about how Yvette Larson was taking a taxi.

That irked Finn Taylor, and his gaze became incredibly cold.

"Five dollars, please."

Of course, Annie Fraser wasn't going to let that driver's word go. "Only five dollars? Yvette, your husband is so considerate. He hailed a cab even though it was such a short distance. Hey, where did they come from?"

That driver didn't give it much thought and simply answered, "The bus station."

Psst!

Annie Fraser bent over in laughter at the driver's words. "Wow, the bus station—how amazing. Yvette Larson, don't mind me asking. Don't tell me that you guys took a bus over from San Francisco? I was just joking, but I didn't really expect your family not to have a car. However, I guess that's normal. You guys even have a matrilocal son-in-law, so what kind of car would you be able to afford?"