Everyone in the Larson family glanced at each other when they heard the Old Master's question. However, not a single person dared to take up the challenge.

After all, they knew that even the most prominent family in San Francisco—the Sanders family—was nothing when compared to the Gold family.

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What was the Larson family when compared to them? In the past, the Larson family had barely made the cut as a second-tier family in San Francisco. It was only because they had been associated with the Sullivan family of New York that they had gotten some recognition lately.

But that recognition didn't mean much when it came to dealing with the Gold family. Hence, it was possible that anyone who went to visit the Gold family would be chased away at the gate.

That would be humiliating. Who would agree to that?

Because no one had spoken up, they turned their eyes to Quince Larson. After all, he was the Larson family's eldest grandson.

In the past, he would've represented the Larson family on such occasions. But this time, it was obvious that Quince Larson didn't want to embarrass himself.

"Why are you all looking at me? Are you all from the Larson family too?" Quince Larson lashed out while turning to his cousin. "Oh right, Yvette. Aren't you the one in charge of the Larson Corporation's biggest project? Everyone out there knows you but not me. Why don't you go instead?"

Yvette Larson glared at her cousin.

She didn't want to go. On the one hand, she didn't have much confidence in succeeding. On the other hand, Finn Taylor was involved.

The thought of how Kimberly Gold had snatched her husband from right under her nose infuriated her.

"Quince Larson, don't drag me in just because you don't want to go."

Although Yvette Larson hadn't agreed to her cousin's suggestion, everyone in the Larson family turned to her. 'That's right. Yvette Larson is the one helming the most important project now. She's benefitting so much from the Larson family, so shouldn't she do something for the family?'

"Yvette, you're on good terms with the Sullivan family. Can you see if Mr. Sullivan can help us out with this?" Joseph Larson spoke up and forced his granddaughter to take up this task.

"Grandpa, it's not that we can't ask for favors. But do you think I'm so important to the Sullivan family? We can't keep asking them for favors."

Finn Taylor cut in just then. "Grandpa, I might have a way of getting the Larson family an invitation. Without me, the Gold family probably won't invite our family."

Finn Taylor didn't want the Larson family to bully his wife, so he decided to step in.

"You?" Everyone couldn't help but sneer. 'We would believe it if anyone else in the Larson family said that they would score an invitation for the family, but there is no way Finn Taylor can. Think about your reputation in San Francisco. What will the Gold family think of us if we send you there? They'll definitely think that we look down on them!'

"Stay out of this!" Unexpectedly, it was Yvette Larson who had said so.

'Wait a minute!' Everyone was stunned. 'Haven't Yvette Larson and Finn Taylor always been on good terms? Why does it seem like they're having a cold war now?'

"I'll get you an invitation." Finn Taylor was suddenly prideful as though he wasn't going to let his wife doubt him.

He knew that their relationship was slowly getting distant. If he didn't step in to help his wife this time, their relationship would truly be over.

Yvette Larson wanted to say something, but there was a sudden knock on the door.

The Old Master's secretary entered and said, "Chairman, Ms. Kimberly Gold of the Gold family is here."

In an instant, the entire Larson family stood up in awe.

Kimberly Gold was the granddaughter Third Master Gold doted on the most.

'Why is she here?' This was Yvette Larson's first reaction.

She glanced at Kimberly Gold menacingly, but the latter gave no thought to that.

With a thud, the latter slammed the invitation on the table. "Table number 11—there are ten seats. Give me the name list one day in advance. You'll have to register before going in."

Kimberly Gold spoke as though she was an elder speaking to her juniors. Yet, nobody in the Larson family dared to say a thing.

Even the Old Master—Joseph Larson—was terribly respectful. "Ms. Gold, we were intending on paying a visit. How could we trouble you to make this trip down?"

Kimberly Gold didn't even spare the Old Master a glance and simply turned to Finn Taylor. However, she felt that it wasn't the right time and place to say whatever she wanted, so she held herself back.

As soon as Kimberly Gold left the room, the entire family exploded.

The Larson family had gotten an invitation from the Gold family—an entire table, no less! Although they weren't in the first ten tables, it didn't matter.

Then, Quince Larson turned to Finn Taylor and sneered. "Finn Taylor, do you remember what you said? Didn't you say that the Gold family wouldn't give us an invitation if not for you? What was that?"

Finn Taylor was indifferent. "It's true. Without me, the Gold family never would've given the Larson family an invitation."

Finn Taylor wasn't lying. The Gold family never would've taken notice of such an insignificant family like the Larson family, much less get Kimberly Gold to send the invitation here personally.

It was because of him this happened, but the Larson family was so arrogant that they thought so highly of themselves.

"Hehe! In a few days, we'll be attending the grand opening. Of course, you won't."

"Oh right, didn't you say that you're very brilliant? I guess you should be able to attend it too, right? I expect to see you at the grand opening then."

Finn Taylor shrugged. "Of course. I've already received my invitation."

'Pfft!' Quince Larson was bent over in laughter. "C-can you stop bragging? I almost believed you. Fine, let's see if you'll really turn up there. Why don't we make a bet? If you really show up there, I'll kneel down to you."

"Sure. If I don't go, I'll kneel down to you."

Quince Larson was confident in his own victory. 'It's the high and mighty Gold family we're talking about. Even I don't have any connections to the Gold family. How could a useless matrilocal son-in-law be invited by the Gold family?'

He glanced at the invitation on the desk. The thought of Kimberly Gold's cold gaze earlier made Quince Larson rage.

'Yesterday, Finn went out with Kimberly Gold. What for? Besides, how did he buy Number One Pacific Heights? Why had Kimberly Gold given Finn a luxury car worth 150,000 dollars?'

Questions flooded Yvette Larson's mind. In the end, she came to a conclusion: a divorce.