"Yvette, let's go. Follow me backstage; I want to meet this violinist. I love him so much! I think I'm in love!" Clarine Landon was completely smitten.

Yvette Larson was dragged along to the backstage. But in the end, they were utterly disappointed.

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Finn Taylor had already left a long time ago, and the other musicians told Clarine Landon that they didn't even know the violinist.

After they left the backstage, Finn Taylor walked over with two cups of milk tea.

He handed one of the cups to Yvette Larson. Then, he started drinking from the second.

Clarine Landon watched on in disbelief. "Isn't that cup of milk tea for me?"

"You're not my wife. Why should I give it to you?"

Clarine Landon was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to rebut him.

"Why don't you drink from this cup?" Yvette Larson felt a little awkward and handed her cup to her friend.

"Forget it; it's yours. Your husband bought it for you. When I find that violinist, I'll make sure to get him to buy me a carton—No, a truck-load." Clarine Landon was full of confidence and determination to find that violinist.

"It's about time we head back."

The party was drawing to a close.

As Finn Taylor turned back to walk out, Clarine Landon stared at his departing back, stunned. "Yvette, do you think that Finn Taylor looks like that violinist from the back?"

"Really? But Finn Taylor doesn't play the violin."

"Oh… Forget it. What was I thinking? How could Finn Taylor possibly be that violinist?" Clarine Landon wondered if she had gone crazy. 'How could I have suspected that good-for-nothing Finn Taylor to be the same strong and brilliant violinist?'

…

The next day.

Before going out the next day, Yvette Larson said something to her husband out of the blue. "Pick me up from the office later tonight."

"Ah?" Finn Taylor was stunned.

Over the past three years, Yvette Larson had never once allowed him to pick her up from the office; she felt that he would embarrass her.

But ever since that incident involving the Xander Corporation, Yvette Larson's attitude toward Finn Taylor had improved drastically.

Now, she had even asked him to pick her up from the office.

Unfortunately, Yvette Larson's family held a low position in the Larson family.

Because Yvette Larson had only become the CEO a few days ago, the best vehicle their family owned was an electric scooter.

This made Finn Taylor feel a little awkward.

Throughout the day, Finn Taylor felt ill at ease because of his wife's words. He repeatedly checked the navigation app to find the best route from their house to the office, as well as how long the journey would take.

In the end, he even took a shower and got a fresh change of clothes, only leaving the house ten minutes early after thinking he looked presentable.

Upon reaching the office, Finn Taylor spotted a sports car parked beside him. It was not a bad car—an Audi.

In the car sat a young man, who glanced at Finn Taylor and asked curiously, "Are you picking your girlfriend up?"

"No, my wife."

"Wife? That's amazing. If you can get married with an electric scooter nowadays, why can't I get married with a sports car?"

Finn Taylor smiled.

"Oh right, guess whom I'm here to pick up." That young man looked bored and tried to strike up a conversation with the other.

Finn Taylor shook his head. 'How am I supposed to know who this guy is here to pick up?'

"I'm here to pick up the CEO of Larson Corporation, Yvette Larson. I'm telling you that she's really pretty. A friend of mine showed me her photo a few days ago, and I fell in love with her immediately. I'm going to make her mine!"

Finn Taylor's expression turned dark. "I think she's married."

"That doesn't matter. I've made my inquiries; she's married to a good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law who can't get anything right. That useless husband has never even touched Yvette Larson, so it doesn't matter to me."

As he said that, Yvette Larson happened to walk out of the office building.

The man got out of his car and walked toward Yvette Larson with a bouquet of blue roses.

When he reached Yvette Larson, he offered her the bouquet of flowers with outstretched hands. "Hello, Ms. Larson. Let me introduce myself; I'm Sean Fleming from the Fleming family of San Francisco. I'm here to announce my intention to pursue you. Please follow me into my car. I've prepared a huge surprise for you."

Yvette Larson didn't even accept the flowers and simply replied, "Lame."

Then, she made a detour past Sean Fleming and stopped before Finn Taylor.

Sean Fleming witnessed all of this as he turned around.

He stared on in disbelief. "You… You aren't that matrilocal son-in-law, are you?"

Finn Taylor shrugged. "If you're talking about Yvette's husband, that would be me."

Sean Fleming flung the flowers onto the ground. "Yvette Larson, do you really want to be with this piece of trash for the rest of your life? The Larson family is a second-tier family in San Francisco. You're clearer than I am about how difficult it is to move up the social ladder."

"As long as you get together with me, you'll be able to marry into the Fleming family. Then, you'll be in the true upper class of San Francisco. Are you sure you don't even want to consider it?" Sean Fleming was full of confidence as he said that.

He believed that Yvette Larson would definitely choose him as long as she wasn't a fool.

Yvette Larson had already been married and was from a second-tier family, while he was the young master of a top-tier family, the Fleming family.

'What right does she have to look down on me if I don't even look down on her? If it's true that the late Old Master of the Larson family had set the marriage up, then all the more reason not to worry. At the very most, I will ask Grandpa to speak up for me. Grandpa has a much higher status than the Larson family's Old Master and can completely nullify this marriage.'

Nonetheless, Yvette Larson remained indifferent and gave only a slight smile after hearing his speech. "Finn Taylor, let's go home."

Finn Taylor's face burst out into a wide smile. "Oh, ok."

He replied and sat down on the scooter, starting up the engine.

But just then, Finn Taylor's entire face flushed red.

Yvette Larson was confused. "What's wrong?"

"The scooter is out of battery."

Sean Fleming—who was standing by the side—nearly fell over laughing. "Hahaha, a useless matrilocal son-in-law. Those people weren't wrong calling you that. You're really useless and can't even get a single thing right. You can screw up by just driving an electric scooter to pick your wife up."

Yvette Larson felt embarrassed at that moment.

Finn Taylor was frantic. "I…"

Without even listening to his explanation, Yvette Larson turned to take her leave.

She had thought that Finn Taylor had truly changed this time. From finding New York's Sullivan family in Pacific Heights to forcing her grandpa to pick her up, Finn Taylor's actions had truly caused Yvette Larson to change her view toward him.

But today, Yvette Larson realized that she had been wrong about that, absolutely wrong. 'A piece of trash is still a piece of trash. A matrilocal son-in-law is still a matrilocal son-in-law. How could I have gotten such an absurd idea to let Finn Taylor come into my life, bring him to the party, and even let him pick me up from work?'

Finn Taylor chased after his wife while pushing his electric scooter.

He used his clothes to wipe the seat clean. "Dear, hop on. I'll push you back."

Slap!

Yvette Larson slapped him in the face brutally. "Shut up. Do you think you're not embarrassing enough?"