For some reason, both Kenneth Landon and Cassandra Campbell instinctively took a step back under Finn Taylor's cold gaze. Neither of them knew why they were reacting in this way. 'This is our house. Our daughter was the one who nearly got into an accident, and Finn Taylor is nothing but a useless matrilocal son-in-law. Why are we even scared of him?'

"Let's go, Clarine. I'll bring you out of this jail," said Yvette Larson as she tried to lead her best friend out.

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But Cassandra Campbell suddenly seemed to think of something, and she stepped in front of Yvette Larson. "Yvette, you'd better worry about your own family. There's no need for you to worry about Clarine."

Yvette Larson looked at Cassandra Campbell in disbelief; the latter seemed like an unfamiliar stranger at this moment. "Auntie Cassandra, we've known each other for years, and I've always respected you. I hope you consider this clearly. Is the Sanders family or your daughter more important to you? If not for us, your daughter could very well be dead by now."

Cassandra Campbell knew that her daughter's best friend was telling the truth, but she refused to acknowledge it. So as she reached out, she said, "I don't understand what you're saying. The Landon family has nothing to do with you. I don't need a Larson worrying about who I want to get into an alliance with."

She grabbed hold of her daughter with no intention of letting her go.

Yvette Larson was so furious that she was on the verge of tears. 'Clarine Landon is my best friend. I never expected my best friend to be driven to the point of suicide, and the one who had driven her to this point is her mother.'

"Fine; how about this? We'll let Clarine answer this question herself. She's all grown up, and you can't restrict her freedom. You can't stop her from leaving." Yvette Larson compromised but also proposed a solution—one that Cassandra Campbell couldn't accept.

"No, how can I wash my hands off of my daughter's affairs?" Cassandra Campbell naturally refused to allow her daughter to make her own choice because she was clear about what the latter would choose.

She knew perfectly well that this situation was a result of her restricting her daughter's freedom.

"Auntie Cassandra, don't you think you're going overboard?" Yvette Larson was infuriated. Although her mom did control her often, she still had a say in the family at the very least.

Sometimes, her mom would even stop scolding Finn Taylor once she stepped in to speak up for him.

She had never thought that her best friend led such a life at home!

"I'm going overboard? How am I going overboard by trying to educate my daughter? But you trespassed into my house without my permission, and you're even screaming at me. Don't you think that you're the one going overboard?" Cassandra Campbell rebutted as though she was a crazy woman.

Yvette Larson wanted to say more, but her husband tugged on her, gesturing for her not to say anything more.

He then stood forward. "I'm not going to address you as 'Auntie Cassandra' anymore since you won't acknowledge me. I'll speak with Uncle Kenneth then. Uncle Kenneth, don't blame me for fighting my way out of here with Clarine if you aren't reasonable."

Finn Taylor didn't want to reason it out with the Landons—that was reserved for reasonable people.

When faced with such unreasonable people, Finn Taylor simply chose the easiest and roughest method.

"Finn Taylor!" Kenneth Landon was fuming, and his blood was boiling. But at the same time, he was panicking. This was because he had seen the other's skills.

He believed that Finn Taylor would be able to fight his way out.

"Fine, I'll let you leave with my daughter. But you have to promise me that she'll be safe, especially from the Sanders family." Kenneth Landon finally relented.

But this almost meant one thing—the Landon family and Sanders family were on the verge of breaking up.

Due to this, the Sanders family would definitely do something against Clarine Landon. As such, he wanted Finn Taylor to promise him that he would keep his daughter safe.

"Alright. I promise you."

Yvette Larson and Clarine Landon looked on dazedly.

Yvette Larson had tried negotiating a deal for such a long time, yet Finn Taylor had settled it in no time at all.

What was Kenneth Landon really afraid of?

"What did you say, Kenneth Landon?" Cassandra Campbell heard that her husband had actually agreed to that request, so she quickly stepped up to cut in.

"Shut up." However, Cassandra Campbell had never thought that her husband would lash out at her.

"Yvette, your auntie is a little blunt with her words, but you must know that she's doing this for Clarine's good. You both have a point, and neither of you is wrong. I apologize on her behalf. You and Clarine can leave. I still have some things to tell Finn Taylor. Is that ok?"

To be honest, it was Yvette Larson's first time seeing Kenneth Landon speaking with such an attitude. And the person it was directed toward was none other than herself.

"O-of course." Yvette Larson then left with her best friend, afraid that they would change their minds.

"How could you let our daughter go?" Cassandra Campbell was confused. 'What's he trying to do?'

"Get us two cups of tea and bring them to the study." Kenneth Landon didn't answer his wife's question and instead instructed her to do something else. "Finn Taylor, let's go have a chat in the study."

Cassandra Campbell couldn't believe her eyes. 'Not only did he allow our daughter to leave, but he's even being so polite to a useless matrilocal son-in-law! He must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed!'

But her feelings were just feelings. She dared not go against her husband's wishes.

Kenneth Landon invited Finn Taylor into the study.

Finn Taylor had been unwelcome just minutes earlier and had even needed to fight his way upstairs. But now, a prominent figure in San Francisco—Kenneth Landon—was being respectful to him!

Finn Taylor didn't try to refuse and headed to the study with his hands behind his back.

As for Kenneth Landon, he followed behind Finn Taylor like a disciple.

If anyone learned of this, they would probably be dumbfounded.

The moment they sat down in the study, Kenneth Landon got right to the point. "Finn Taylor, you're well-trained. Have you been trained by a famous master?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I denied it, so I might as well admit to it. I'm second to none in San Francisco."

'Second to none in San Francisco! What bold words!' Although Kenneth Landon was rather doubtful of that, he didn't rebuke him. "Alright, I'll pour my heart out to you today. When the Sanders family came to find me, my wife wanted the Landon family to become the Sanders family's vassal again. However, how can one live like that? Finn Taylor, do you want to make a deal with me?"