Finn Taylor had come to pick his wife up with an electric scooter, but it had run out of battery. In the end, he had even wanted to push her home.

In the short span of a night, the entire Larson family learned of this situation.

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The next day, after Yvette Larson returned to the office, Eleanor Larson walked into the CEO's office with a document. "Yvette Larson, you're a CEO. Why are you taking an electric scooter home? Hasn't the company provided you with a car?"

Yvette Larson was fuming. 'Of course, I could've taken the company car, but I had been trying to give Finn Taylor an opportunity. Who would've known that he would screw up such a small matter? That is why I have become the biggest joke in the whole company.'

Yvette Larson was infuriated and swore never to believe in her husband ever again.

Naturally, Finn Taylor knew that he had caused a mess the previous day. 'It had been an amazing opportunity. Yvette Larson definitely would've hugged me from behind as I rode the scooter. In the end, I landed myself in this state.'

'Forget it. I will find a way to get Yvette Larson a present today to make it up to her.' As such, Finn Taylor rode his electric scooter and set out to get a present.

He rode all the way to a boutique selling bags, parked his scooter, locked it securely, and even activated the alarm on his scooter.

His actions seemed low class, like a country bumpkin who had just entered the city for the first time. As such, the sales assistants glanced at each other without making a move while Finn Taylor walked into the boutique.

All of them felt that someone like Finn Taylor would never be able to afford the bags there and that they would simply be wasting their time on him.

Thus, Finn Taylor browsed through the boutique alone for more than ten minutes.

He made three whole rounds around the boutique. During every round, he analyzed each bag in the boutique meticulously.

In the end, he set his eyes on a red Gucci bag. It was in a vintage style, and his wife loved the color red.

Yvette Larson would definitely love this bag if he were to give it to her.

Finn Taylor stood in front of the bag for several minutes, but nobody showed any interest in walking over to assist him.

In the end, the youngest sales assistant could no longer stand the stifling atmosphere and walked over. "Hello Sir, do you like this bag?"

"Yes, this bag isn't bad. Please help me pack it."

"Sir, do you want to take a look at the price tag first?"

"Oh, oh. Yes, yes. I should take a look at the price tag." Finn Taylor checked the price tag. "30,000? That's expensive."

None of the sales assistants were surprised by Finn Taylor's cry. They had already known that Finn Taylor wouldn't be able to afford it to begin with.

"Can I get a discount?"

"This… this bag is a limited edition one. There are fewer than ten of them throughout the world, so the price…"

"Alright then, please pack it for me. I'll pay by credit card." As Finn Taylor said that, he whipped out a credit card and handed it over.

All of the sales assistants' jaws dropped at that moment. They wondered if their ears were playing tricks on them.

'Pack it? Paying by credit card?'

'Is he serious?'

'How could someone who arrived on an electric scooter possibly afford this bag?'

Even the sales assistant serving him was in slight disbelief.

She didn't wrap the bag up for Finn Taylor immediately. Instead, she received the card and walked toward the cashier counter.

She was going to test if Finn Taylor's card actually worked. Otherwise, they might just get fooled.

At that moment, all of the sales assistants made their way to the cashier counter. They wanted to see if this man could really fork out 30,000 dollars.

Beep!

Transaction successful!

Everyone read through the two words again and again. Then, they rubbed their eyes and looked at it once again.

Only then did they breathe out.

They were sure that their eyes were not fooling them; the transaction had indeed gone through.

This was an old-fashioned rich man, one who didn't show off his wealth. Because of this, all of the sales assistants got busy.

Some helped to wrap the bag up.

Some poured water for Finn Taylor.

Some brought snacks over.

And some even brought a stool over for him.

The remaining sales assistants hovered around Finn Taylor, asking him frivolous questions.

These women were all gold diggers.

Everything they said was an attempt to pry out information from Finn Taylor to see if they would have any chance of getting into a relationship with him.

Unfortunately, Finn Taylor already had an ethereal wife who was as pretty as a fairy. He had absolutely no interest in these plain and average women.

Once the bag was nicely packaged, Finn Taylor took it and hung it on the electric scooter before driving off.

As Finn Taylor left, the sales assistants watched his back ruminatively. Even after a long time, their conversations still revolved around him.

"Sigh, I wonder who he's giving this bag to. I'm so envious."

"Why are you envious? You're so stuck up; you didn't even get up to help him just now. It was May who assisted him."

"What right do you have to criticize me? Aren't you the same? May really struck it big this time. She managed to score a huge deal at once. She'll definitely earn a fat commission."

"Commission? You're so short-sighted. If I can be the wife of that guy—no, even the mistress of that guy, I think I'd have more money than you could ever earn."

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After leaving the boutique, Finn Taylor made his way to the Larson Corporation on his electric scooter.

Upon arriving there, he walked straight in.

The security officer at the door didn't try to stop him from doing so either. After all, it was a family business. Even though Finn Taylor was nothing more than a useless son-in-law, he was still part of the Larson family.

Finn Taylor walked into the office building and headed directly for CEO Yvette Larson's office, but he met two people in the lift.

Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson, Yvette Larson's cousins.

"Oh, what a rare guest we have here today. Isn't this the famous good-for-nothing son-in-law in San Francisco, Finn Taylor?"

After returning from Yvette Larson's house, their grandpa had announced a manpower change in the company.

Yvette Larson had been promoted to the position of CEO, while the original CEO—Quince Larson—had become the Deputy CEO.

This had been a thorn in Quince Larson's heart.

Through his investigations, he had even discovered that Finn Taylor had something to do with this. That made him feel even more sour.

He had purposely said those words earlier so as to provoke Finn Taylor.

This was the office, not Yvette Larson's house.

As long as Finn Taylor stepped out of line, that meant that Yvette Larson was being unreasonable and demanding.

He could always use that as an excuse to drag Yvette Larson down.

Finn Taylor saw through Quince Larson's thoughts at once. As such, he simply ignored him.

"Finn Taylor, don't be so aloof. No matter what, we're relatives." Quince Larson was annoyed that Finn Taylor was ignoring him. But on the surface, he maintained a cheerful appearance.

"Oh right, I haven't congratulated you. Yvette Larson is impressive; she managed to score the deal with Xander Corporation. It seems like the head of Xander Corporation, who's the head of New York's Sullivan family, signed the contract personally."

"Beauties have that advantage. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't even get past the door of Xander Corporation."

"Yvette Larson managed to sign the contract at once. Finn Taylor, do you think Yvette Larson has some kind of secret? Do you know about it? Why don't you tell me so I can learn too?"

Eleanor Larson chuckled. "Brother, I don't think you can learn that skill. Mr. Hunter Sullivan isn't interested in men."