Finn Taylor placed the piece of jade back. He had no idea how Yvette Larson had gotten hold of it, nor did he know who was trying to deal with her. However, he would investigate the matter.

Finn Taylor was already fuming. 'It doesn't matter how others have treated me in the past three years, and it doesn't even matter how they've called me a useless matrilocal son-in-law. I can tolerate all that, but I will never allow anyone to do anything to my wife.'

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Yvette Larson was Finn Taylor's soft spot.

"Is breakfast ready?" Just then, Yvette Larson woke up. She didn't notice the piece of jade missing from her vanity table.

"Yes, it's ready. Eat it while it's hot. I'm going out to settle some matters."

"Again?" Yvette Larson glanced at her husband suspiciously. She felt that he had been behaving strangely recently. 'In the past three years, he has seldom gone out of the house. But recently, he has constantly gone out, saying that he has matters to settle. For some reason, I feel that something is amiss.'

"Forget it. It's nothing." Finn Taylor had intended on going out to get the four guardians to investigate the piece of jade, but he canceled his plans upon seeing that his spouse was a little suspicious of him.

"It's alright. You can go out if you need to."

"Alright then. I'm going out." With that, he headed for the door.

Yvette Larson was fuming. She wanted to punch him. 'I lost sleep over him, but he's going out right after coming home. What is he trying to do? However, why does that matter? We aren't even a real couple.'

"Wait a minute. When you come back later, I'll go out shopping with you."

"Shopping?"

"Yes, it's Clarine's birthday tomorrow. She invited me… us. Just follow me to get her a present." Yvette Larson nearly gave herself away.

Clarine Landon had only invited her, not even mentioning Finn Taylor's name. But thinking about it, she was probably still upset about the violinist from the previous time.

"Ok." Finn Taylor answered simply before leaving.

The Wampus Residence, Pacific Heights.

Logan Yeats, Hunter Sullivan, Alexander Scott, and Zachary Kennedy flipped the piece of jade around repeatedly. In the end, they all shook their heads.

"Master Peregrine, it doesn't look like it came from around here. Perhaps it's from South-East Asia."

"South-East Asia?" Finn Taylor's blood was boiling. 'Who is it? Who has gone so far as to use witchcraft from South-East Asia against my wife?'

"Investigate it!"

That was all Finn Taylor said, but the four guardians could feel a murderous aura around him.

This was a fear that came from deep within. They had never felt such a cold and murderous aura emanating from Finn Taylor before.

If Finn Taylor did find out who had done this to his wife, perhaps he wouldn't hesitate to kill that person.

Finn Taylor returned to the Larson family's house with a roasted chicken. "Yvette, look at what I've gotten you."

Finn Taylor strolled into the house cheerfully, but he was met with Linda James rolling her eyes.

"Where did you go again? Why didn't you clean up the house? Look at how dirty the house is. What are you looking at? Hurry up and cook lunch."

Right at that moment, Yvette Larson walked down from her room. She took the roasted chicken from her husband and rolled her eyes at her mom. "People won't die from hunger. If you're really hungry, you can cook your own meals."

With that, she brought her husband upstairs.

The scene before her evoked fury in Linda James. "You useless thing, how could you favor a stranger over your own parents!? I slaved through my whole life to raise you. Can't I enjoy my life at this age? I just asked him to cook a meal. What, have I ever shortchanged him of food or clothes? How can you speak to your mom like that?"

Within the room, Finn Taylor pointed downstairs. "Should I cook lunch?"

"Ignore her; she won't die from hunger. Let me show you something."

Yvette Larson stretched her hand out. "Tada!"

There were two watches in her hands.

"Couple watches?"

"Yes, I bought them. Do you like it?"

Finn Taylor felt incredulous. 'Why is my wife acting like this? Since when have you treated me so well? Why aren't you letting me cook? You're even giving me a couple watch now?'

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me. What's wrong?"

"Nothing much. It's about Hunter Sullivan. Can you find a way for me to meet him?"

Finn Taylor knew that it was impossible for his wife to suddenly treat him so well. 'She must need a favor from me.'

"That b*stard, Quince Larson, embezzled money while he was the CEO. He swapped the materials to cheaper but inferior ones for the Xander Corporation project. We won't make it in time even if we divert all of our manpower there now. However, we can't possibly hand over inferior goods to them either. We'll go to jail for doing that. I'm thinking of paying Hunter Sullivan a visit personally, but I'm afraid that I won't even get to meet him if I visit him alone."

Finn Taylor had thought that a major problem had cropped up, but it turned out to be such a trivial matter. "Er… It's a little difficult. Pacific Heights isn't just any ordinary neighborhood. The last time I got my friend to help me, he was found out and even got punished for it."

"Huh? What shall we do then?"

"Why don't I think of something and bring you to Xander Corporation in a few days' time?"

"You know someone at Xander Corporation too?"

"Er… I know the head of security there. He was my classmate."

Finn Taylor made up a story, but Yvette Larson believed him nonetheless.

…

That afternoon.

Finn Taylor followed his wife to the shopping mall to buy a gift for Clarine Landon. "Have you thought about what to buy?"

"I'm thinking of getting her a bracelet."

Finn Taylor nodded. 'That seems alright.'

As such, the couple walked toward the goldsmith shop.

There were countless kinds of bracelets—golden ones, jade ones, and more.

Yvette Larson gravitated toward the jade pieces, and she tried on several jade bracelets. Unfortunately, none of them caught her eye.

The sales assistant had been rather helpful in the beginning. But seeing that Yvette Larson had tried on many designs without buying any, her enthusiasm was waning.

Yvette Larson strolled around the shop, and suddenly, something caught her eye.

She spotted a piece of jade in the corner; it was crystal clear and shimmering under the light.

It was definitely worth its price!

No sooner had Yvette Larson picked up that piece of jade than a plump woman walked over. She snatched that piece of jade from the former's hands.

"Not bad, not bad. Wrap it up for me." That plump lady didn't even enquire about its price and simply asked the sales assistant to wrap it up for her.

"Wait a minute. I had my eye on that first."

This was the first piece of jade that had caught Yvette Larson's fancy after such a long time. In the end, that plump lady had snatched it right out of her hands! What was going on?