Eleanor Larson was reluctant to slave away for the rest of her life, much less rely on Quince Larson. She also felt that this was an opportunity for her.

'Alexander Scott—the head of Seattle's Scott family; he is a prominent figure. If only I could be Alexander Scott's woman, even if I'm just a mistress. Perhaps with a little luck, I might even be able to rise above everyone else because of that.'

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Seeing his cousin walking toward Alexander Scott, Quince Larson naturally understood her intentions. To be honest, he also hoped that she would succeed.

Currently, Yvette Larson was being backed by the Sullivan family of New York. That would be a hindrance to him no matter what.

If Eleanor Larson could strike up a relationship with the Scott family of Seattle, he had confidence in convincing the Scott family to support him.

As such, he decided to take his leave. After all, he had come only to witness the grand birthday party today.

Now that the party was over, there was no point in him staying here anymore.

Eleanor Larson walked up to Alexander Scott, placing her hand on his back.

Alexander smiled. 'Now, I can't help but gain a deeper respect for Master Peregrine. Master Peregrine even expected Eleanor Larson to try to hook him up. He had even allowed me to accept her seduction. When the time is right, he will have a use for that.'

…

The peak of Pacific Heights.

Yvette Larson leaned on her husband as she gazed at the stars in the sky. "I'm so cold."

"Are you cold? Let's go home then." Finn Taylor regretted his words the moment he said them.

His wife was clearly giving him an opportunity. He could've hugged her or even gone further than that, but he had chosen a dead-end for himself.

Yvette Larson huffed.

It was rare for the couple to be so romantic with each other, and she had intended to give Finn Taylor a chance.

'Why is this man so upright and dumb?'

"Then, why don't you wear my clothes?" Finn Taylor tried to salvage the situation. Unfortunately, some things would never return once they were gone.

"What for? Let's go home." With that, Yvette Larson turned around. Obviously, she was still fuming.

To that, Finn Taylor only felt that he had wasted a golden opportunity.

He had spent a fortune hosting this grand birthday party, but this was how it had ended up.

"Oh right. Finn Taylor, be honest. Where did you get the money to rent the peak of Pacific Heights?" Along the way home, Yvette Larson felt that something was amiss.

It was romantic indeed, but where had that money come from?

"The money from the late Old Master."

Yvette Larson wanted to say something but held her tongue. She wanted to know how much the Old Master had actually given her husband at that time, but that sum of money had nothing to do with her.

If she were to ask about it, it would make it seem as though she was after his money.

…

The next day.

Yvette Larson returned to the office in a joyful mood.

Eleanor Larson was in a similarly joyful mood. The previous night, she had successfully crawled into Alexander Scott's bed.

Now, she had full confidence in chasing Yvette out of the company and the Larson family with the Scott family's power.

"Wow, wow, wow. Someone's bursting with joy."

"Many people in San Francisco witnessed the grand birthday party last night. Tell me; we're all women. You both had birthdays yesterday on the 20th, but why is there such a huge difference between the two of you? Some people have the chance to celebrate their birthday at the peak of Pacific Heights and be the object of envy of all of San Francisco while others can only hide at home, eating some tacos."

Eleanor Larson took a dig at her cousin.

Yvette Larson was in a good mood today and didn't want to get into an argument with such a brainless woman.

"Why are you all standing at the entrance and not going in? Yvette Larson, how's your investigation going? Have you made any progress? You'd better remember what you told me."

Was it simply just a coincidence that they both turned up at the same time? As long as Eleanor Larson mocked her, Quince Larson would always appear right in time to join her.

"I still have five days. Why are you in such a hurry?" Yvette Larson huffed and strode into the office.

"Humph! Why is she being so arrogant? I'll see how she explains herself in five days' time!" Eleanor Larson was upset with her cousin's attitude. She always saw herself as an older sister.

As such, she would find a way to ruin Yvette Larson's life.

"Come to my office. I have something to tell you." With that, Quince Larson headed toward his office.

Eleanor Larson clenched her fist, feeling upset inwardly. But for now, she dared not fall out with her cousin. Thus, she could only follow him obediently to his office.

When Eleanor Larson entered the office, Quince Larson shut the door. "How did it go last night? Did you do it?"

"What?" Eleanor Larson acted as though she didn't understand his words.

But Quince Larson had already guessed that she would put on an act. There was no way Eleanor Larson would speak so freely about such things.

"Let's talk about the project. To be honest with you, I was the one who arranged for those rogues to make trouble for Yvette Larson."

Eleanor Larson's jaw dropped, and her gaze was filled with disbelief. "Brother, you… Don't you know of the consequences of this matter if Grandpa finds out about it?"

"Consequences? You can go ahead and tell him if you dare. Do you think you'll be able to take my place if I fall out of favor?"

'Given Grandpa's personality, he'll eventually hand the Larson family over to me. Even if I'm struck down now, Grandpa will eventually hand the reins of the family over to me. If you dare to expose me now, you'll die an awful death after Grandpa is gone.'

Quince Larson had purposely said so as a reminder to Eleanor Larson.

'She had better understand that she still has to listen to me even though she successfully struck up a relationship with the Scott family.'

"Of course, you don't have to worry. I'm not that dumb. I wasn't the one who personally arranged for those rogues; they don't know that I'm the one behind everything. It was Seth Fleming, the Fleming family's Young Master, who arranged everything."

"If Yvette Larson doesn't find Seth Fleming within five days, she'll have to keep to her promise and leave the company. Of course, I do hope that she can find Seth Fleming. You should know that Seth Fleming's younger brother, Sean Fleming, has had a crush on her for the longest time."

"What do you think will happen if Yvette Larson goes to the Fleming family to talk it out? Do you think that she'll come back in one piece and untouched?"

Quince Larson made Eleanor Larson shiver in cold sweat.

She was thankful that she hadn't gone so far as to make her cousin an enemy yet.

Quince was truly a vicious man. No matter what, Yvette Larson was his cousin—they were all Larsons. Yet, he dared to use such vicious methods to deal with her.

"Eleanor Larson, I need you to do me a favor."

"What… what favor?" Now, even Eleanor Larson was slightly afraid of her cousin.

"Think of a way to let that piece of trash, Finn Taylor, know about the Fleming family stirring up trouble."

"Ah?"