"Huh?" Finn Taylor's face fell. He couldn't help but feel as though Third Master Gold had duped him.

He looked at the latter, who merely nodded at him. "That's right. I agreed to give you half of the company's shares, but I also promised my granddaughter that she'd have the final say in the company. That also means that my granddaughter has the final say as to whether the Gold family will collaborate with the Larson family. She even has the final say over whether you receive half of the company's shares."

Finn Taylor was certain that he had been duped.

"What, it's not like I've never cooked for you. You've been cooking in the Larson family for three years. Can't you even cook a meal for me?" Kimberly Gold was displeased and grumbled with her arms akimbo.

With no other choice, Finn Taylor could only agree to her demands.

"What a coincidence. Finn Taylor, why don't you make an extra meal? I'll eat my lunch here too."

Carl Gillies was terribly annoyed. 'As the president of San Francisco's chess association, I actually lost to a matrilocal son-in-law! It seems like I'll be able to get back at the latter by making him cook a meal for me.'

Kimberly Gold felt pleased upon seeing Finn Taylor cook. 'Yvette Larson, you can make Finn Taylor cook for you, but so can I! Humph, you're no better than me!'

In the end, Finn Taylor's meal won the Larson family a collaboration with the Gold family.

After leaving the Gold family's residence, he headed straight to the Larson family's residence. He wanted to personally inform Joseph Larson about this.

More than that, he wanted to warn that old man not to threaten Yvette in the future. If he needed anything, he'd better just look for him instead.

At the Larson family's residence.

Joseph Larson glanced at his grandson. "You've been kneeling for an entire day. Do you know what mistake you made now?"

"Grandpa, I did nothing wrong. Why do you keep insisting that I did something wrong? Do you mean that you're going to give that piece of trash a status now just because he's on good terms with the Gold family?" Quince Larson was aggrieved. 'Grandpa is so biased!'

"You still don't want to admit to your mistake! I judged you wrongly, Quince. Although I told everyone that I'd hand the family over to whoever was the most outstanding, you've always been the most suitable choice in my heart. But now, it seems like I'll have to reconsider my decision." Joseph Larson was serious.

The only reason Quince Larson dared to act so rashly in the family was all due to his grandpa's protection. But now, the latter was thinking of choosing another successor!

There was no way Quince Larson was going to let that happen. His gaze was cold as he muttered in his heart, 'Grandpa, it looks like you're abandoning me. Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless.'

He brought his grandpa a glass of water to calm him down.

The moment he saw his grandpa finish the glass of water, he strode off.

It was all too abrupt.

Joseph Larson wanted to stop his grandson and ask him what he was trying to do, but he suddenly felt his whole world shaking. Then, he fainted.

Just then, Finn Taylor arrived.

Finn Taylor and Quince Larson had barely missed each other.

No sooner had Quince Larson left than Finn Taylor arrived. The latter hadn't seen the former, but Quince Larson had noticed the latter walk into the residence.

As the latter walked in, what greeted him was the sight of Joseph Larson lying on the ground, gasping for air.

Without much thought, Finn Taylor picked the Old Master up and headed for the hospital.

After a thorough checkup, it was revealed that the old man had been poisoned. There was no cure because he had consumed too much poison.

Along the way, Finn Taylor had tried saving him. Unfortunately, he had already found out about Joseph Larson being poisoned for a long time.

This wasn't the first time. Although Joseph Larson survived because his grandson-in-law had sent him to the hospital in time, he remained in a coma.

He was now in a vegetative state.

Finn Taylor made a call to his wife.

Seeing that it was her husband, Yvette Larson thought nothing about it before rejecting the call.

Finn Taylor was at a loss.

He knew that she was still mad at him. As such, he made a second call to her.

She rejected it.

Then, a third call—another rejection.

…

The tenth call.

Yvette Larson finally picked up the call. Before she tried to hang up the call once again, she said, "Finn Taylor, I know you have a lot of time on hand, but that doesn't mean everyone has that much free time too. Can you stop calling me?"

"Yvette, something has happened to Grandpa."

Yvette Larson nearly ended the call, but she had her husband's words. "What did you say?"

"I'm at St. Cloud Hospital. Grandpa is gravely ill, so you must be mentally prepared."

Yvette Larson felt her heart thumping rapidly against her chest. For some reason, she didn't have a good feeling about this.

She rushed down to the hospital, and with her husband's guidance, she arrived at the door to the ICU. "What happened to Grandpa?"

"I went to the Gold family's residence today…"

Yvette Larson flared up. 'I want to know what happened to Grandpa and why he's in the ICU. Why is Finn talking about the Gold family? Is he still talking about the Gold family and Kimberly Gold even now?'

"I went to the Grandpa and scored a collaboration with the Gold family for the Larson family. Then, I wanted to look for Grandpa to tell him about this. But by the time I arrived, Grandpa had already fainted. I took him here, and they said that he was poisoned. Although he's now out of danger, it's unlikely that he'll wake up from his coma. He'll probably remain in a vegetative state for the rest of his life."

As Yvette Larson listened to her husband, the fury in her heart gradually turned into shock and then disbelief. 'Grandpa? Grandpa is in a vegetative state? How can that be?'

Her grandpa—who had always looked down on her and was biased toward Quince Larson—was now in a vegetative state!

It was unbelievable!

Yvette Larson didn't dare to make a decision and quickly made a call to her father.

Number One Pacific Heights.

The moment Francis Larson heard his daughter's words, his phone fell right out of his hand. In an instant, he seemed like a deflated balloon and crumpled onto the ground.

Linda James couldn't help but lash out at him. "Francis Larson, what are you doing? You'll have to spend more money to get yourself a new phone now that you've broken yours!"

For a mere phone, Linda James had yelled at her husband for more than ten minutes.

In the end, Francis Larson could no longer take it. "Can you shut up?"

"Francis Larson, how dare you rebuke me? You were the one who broke your phone. Do you think you're right?"

"Linda James, do you know that Dad is in a coma now and is in a vegetative state?"

"A vegetative state?" Linda James was taken aback. Then, she quickly notified the rest of the Larson family.

However, she simply sent them all a voice message, informing them that the Old Master was in a vegetative state. She also requested for them to rush to the ICU of St. Cloud Hospital immediately.