Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson had left after killing William Sanders. After leaving, they realized that none of the successors of San Francisco's other prominent families was dead.

However, they were on the verge of dying.

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As such, Finn Taylor forced them to sign the contracts. They had promised him to do so after all.

Initially, those people wanted to go back on their word. 'What can you do about it anyway? I'm already out.'

But after Finn Taylor knocked a few of them unconscious, the others feared for their lives and finally relented.

That was how they had managed to get the contracts signed.

Finn Taylor had even inserted a clause on the last page: they would only sign the contract with Yvette Larson. If Yvette Larson was no longer involved in the project, the contract would be void.

That was why everyone in the conference room was staring at her.

Based on these contracts alone, the Larson family could very well become one of the two most prominent families in the whole of San Francisco. It could put them on the same level as the Sanders family, San Francisco's most prominent family.

The problem lay in what was written on the last page. It was clearly stated that the contracts would be void unless Yvette Larson handled these projects.

This meant that the Larson family had to choose between continuing as a second-tier family in San Francisco and handing the power over the family to Yvette Larson. If they chose the latter, they would immediately rise up the ranks to become the second most important family in all of San Francisco.

"Grandpa, I'll give you three days to consider this," said Yvette Larson as she turned to leave with her husband.

Seeing his cousin walking off into the distance, Quince Larson felt utterly helpless. 'Yvette had already taken me out of the previous project with the Sullivan family, but it was still possible for me to overcome that. As long as I worked hard, I still had a chance of pushing Yvette out of her position.'

But now, Quince Larson felt utterly helpless.

Yvette Larson was too powerful, so powerful that he couldn't even catch up with her.

If he wanted the slightest chance of doing so, he had only one choice.

Upon leaving the Larson Corporation, Yvette Larson glanced at her husband. "Why didn't you put your signature on the contracts? You should know full well that your position in the Larson family would be completely different if you had put your name on the contracts instead."

Finn Taylor's heart leaped with joy as he heard the concern in his wife's words.

In the past three years, he had ignored everyone who had ridiculed and mocked him all because Yvette Larson had stayed by his side. Even if the whole world looked down on him, it was enough as long as Yvette Larson loved him.

"That's alright. It makes no difference since your name is there." Finn Taylor didn't try to explain his actions.

"Finn."

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

…

Yvette Larson had given her grandpa—Joseph Larson—three days to think it through.

These three days felt as long as three years to the Larson family. Naturally, this piece of news was spread throughout the entire Larson family.

Everyone was waiting to see how the Old Master would respond and what the matter's outcome would be.

The second branch of the Larson family.

Quince Larson stared out of the windows and at the falling leaves. He seemed to see himself in the fallen leaves on the ground.

Just like those leaves, he was about to fall from grace in the Larson family.

Franklin Larson walked over with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Dad, do you really think Grandpa will hand the family over to Yvette?"

"I don't know. But from my understanding of Dad, he probably will."

This was pretty much what Quince Larson had expected.

The Old Master's greatest wish was for the Larson family to prosper.

"Dad, after Grandpa hands the family over to Yvette, he'll probably force her to give birth to a great-grandchild for him. That child has to be a Larson."

Franklin Larson took a puff of his cigarette and nodded. "Quince, I know that you've been battling with them for years. This loss must be a huge blow to you."

"Dad, I want to find that person…"

Quince Larson's words caused his father to drop the cigarette from his hands.

"Quince!" Franklin Larson seemed to have something to say, but he held himself back.

…

The third branch of the Larson family.

Frederick Larson and Eleanor Larson were eating, but the father-daughter duo was distracted.

All of a sudden, Eleanor Larson asked, "Dad, how did Mom die?"

Thump!

Frederick Larson dropped his fork onto the table, his heart pounding furiously.

"Dad, there have been countless rumors about the Larson family. Will you tell me the truth today?"

Thud!

Frederick Larson slammed the table with his fist; he was visibly fuming. "Just eat!"

But there was no stopping Eleanor Larson. "Grandpa will probably hand the family over to Yvette tomorrow. I don't understand. I'm prettier than her, and her husband is a matrilocal son-in-law. Why should she get to take over the reins? I've tried very hard to beat her. Do you mean that I have to burrow my head just because of whatever shameful things you did in the past?"

Eleanor Larson was starting to get hysterical.

On the other hand, Frederick Larson fell silent. "I didn't kill your mom."

"Do you mean she committed suicide?" Eleanor Larson pressed him for a reply, but he refused to answer the question.

"Dad, let me ask you one last question. Who is Quinn Larson's father?"

Frederick Larson didn't have an answer to that question. Even he didn't know the answer.

…

The eldest branch of the Larson family.

Yvette Larson and Finn Taylor were cooking in the kitchen together.

It had always been the latter taking care of their meals, but for the past three days, the former had been in the kitchen helping out.

Today, she had even helped to fry an egg.

However, the egg had turned out completely charred. Nonetheless, Finn Taylor finished it.

Witnessing this scene, Yvette Larson couldn't help but feel heartache for her husband. 'Even I probably wouldn't be able to swallow what I cooked. How could Finn Taylor finish it?'

"Yvette, don't bother cooking. Just let him do it himself. You've made great contributions to our family. From now on, our family can lift our heads up high in the Larson family as the family head." Just then, Linda James walked over.

"Yes, yes. You'd better take a seat there and get some rest." Finn Taylor giggled, advising his wife to rest as well.

But she waved him off, saying that she wasn't tired. 'Even if nobody else knows, I know full well that I only managed to get here because of Finn. I must help him with household chores and do my duty as his wife.'

"Why are you giggling? If not for you, we'd have made our comeback a long time ago. Yvette is so sensible to want to help you. Why are you so stupid? You should've stopped her. Our family has really been too kind to you. If you'd married into any other branch of the Larson family, you'd have been kicked out a long time ago."