Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson had already been in a fight. When the latter heard that yet another young lady was looking for her husband, she couldn't help feeling anger rise up within her. "Good, how amazing. Yet another young lady. Come on—invite her in. I want to see where you got another vixen."

The young lady pressing the doorbell outside was none other than Megan Daimler.

She glanced at Finn Taylor. Because he was dressed plainly, she had always thought that he was just an average person. Yet, she had found out that he lived at Number One Pacific Heights.

This wasn't somewhere just anyone could live in. But after asking around, she learned that Finn Taylor was the Larson family's useless matrilocal son-in-law!

In an instant, she was dumbstruck. 'How could a useless matrilocal son-in-law stay at Number One Pacific Heights?'

"Where are you from? You're quite beautiful. Finn Taylor, your eye for women is getting better."

Megan Daimler was only here to invite Finn Taylor to represent the country on the international stage, but it now seemed like the other woman had misunderstood her intentions. "No, I think you've misunderstood me. I just want to…"

Yvette Larson had no intention of listening to the other's explanation. "There's no need to explain yourself. Alright, I think it isn't right for me to stay here. I'll leave the two of you to talk alone."

With that, she left.

Finn Taylor was terribly annoyed and wished he could kill his subordinate. 'Didn't I go to La Feria Club to save you? Look at what's happened! The misunderstanding is only growing.'

Finn Taylor was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to clear his name anymore.

"Mr. Taylor, have I done something wrong?" Megan Daimler asked him a little fearfully.

Although Finn Taylor had his own troubles, he was a reasonable person. Besides, this had nothing to do with her.

"Come on in." Finn Taylor invited Megan Daimler in and even poured her a cup of tea.

"Mr. Taylor, I'm here for the same matter. Master instructed me to stay here until you agree to return to Chicago with me."

Finn Taylor nodded. "Alright, I'll follow you back to Chicago in a few days' time."

"Huh?" Megan Daimler had already expected the other to reject her ruthlessly. She had already been prepared to go all-out to persuade him, but she hadn't even said anything before Finn Taylor agreed to her request.

What she didn't know was that she was in luck. To be honest, Finn Taylor never would've agreed to her request no matter how hard she tried to persuade him otherwise.

But now, he had no choice but to return to Chicago. Since he had to return, he had to give his wife an excuse.

Of course, that excuse couldn't have anything to do with the Taylor family. Going to Chicago for an international chess competition made for a great excuse.

"Although I'm agreeing to this, I won't accept your invitation just like this. I want your master to send me an invitation from the American Chess Association."

Megan Daimler didn't think twice before nodding in agreement. 'That's no problem at all. It's only right that I do that.'

"Alright, you can leave." After they finished their discussions, Finn Taylor sent her off. 'I need to put my affairs in San Francisco in place. Before I leave the city, I will have to make the necessary arrangements.'

As such, he headed for Hunter Sullivan's house and gathered the four guardians.

He simply told them that he needed to return to Chicago. As for why he was doing so, Finn Taylor didn't bother telling them. 'You can investigate it if you're capable enough.'

Finn Taylor made himself very clear: He was leaving San Francisco in their hands for the time being. If anything happened, they would be brought to question.

The four guardians nodded fervently, swearing that they'd do their utmost to protect the city.

Following that, Finn Taylor visited some sentries in San Francisco.

Only after finishing all that did he return home.

The next day, Megan Daimler visited him once again. This time, she had come with an official invitation from the American Chess Association.

The entire family was around, and Finn Taylor handed the invitation to his wife. "I need to make a trip to Chicago."

Yvette Larson took the invitation over and analyzed it. 'It's real.'

She glanced at Megan Daimler, understanding that she had maligned her the previous day.

In an instant, she felt embarrassed. "About that. I'm so sorry about yesterday."

Megan Daimler didn't want to interfere in the couple's affairs and assured the other that it was fine. Then, the topic of their conversation veered toward chess. "Ms. Larson, Mr. Taylor is very talented in chess. We've always been suppressed by other countries, so we really need his help. Please agree to this."

Yvette Larson waved her off. "Don't bother asking me about that. He can decide for himself. Who am I to make that decision for him?"

Finn Taylor was frustrated, but he didn't want to let his relationship problems be known to outsiders. "Dad, Mom, please take care of Yvette while I'm in Chicago."

Francis Larson naturally had no problem with that, but his mother-in-law started throwing a tantrum."Hold on. What do you mean? Do you mean you're running away? Diane Taylor is missing. If you leave, who'll do the household chores then?"

Ever since Diane Taylor had been hospitalized, Finn Taylor had been the one taking care of all the household chores.

But now that he was leaving as well, Linda James would have to take over that responsibility. Of course, she refused.

However, Finn Taylor ignored her. He didn't even try to answer her.

This annoyed Linda James even more.

"Hand your money over." Linda James walked up to Finn Taylor and demanded his money.

"What do you mean?" Finn Taylor felt that the situation was absurd. 'What's she trying to do this time?'

"Aren't you leaving? All of your money belongs to our family. You're not allowed to take even a single cent away from our family. Leave all your money here."

Finn Taylor simply replied, "Lame."

It was Megan Daimler's first time experiencing Linda James's unreasonable behavior, and she was dumbfounded.

Even the latter's daughter couldn't hold it in anymore. "Mom, can you stop embarrassing yourself?"

"Embarrassing myself? What do you mean? He's trying to steal money from our family. Do you really think that he's right? Finn Taylor, why don't you tell us? For the past three years, you've been living on our family's accounts. Have you worked or earned a single cent for our family? Who knows if you'll return after leaving this time? You'd better leave all your money behind."

It wasn't just Yvette Larson who couldn't understand that logic—even her husband couldn't. 'How much could Finn Taylor possibly have eaten or drunk in the past three years? He has always been helping out around the house as well. Besides, could all that possibly be more expensive than Number One Pacific Heights?'