Linda James's words made her daughter very uncomfortable. While others were still in the dark, she was absolutely clear that her car and house had all been paid for by her spouse. 'If we want to talk about bad luck, it's probably Finn's bad luck for having such a mother-in-law.'

"Mom, can you stop? If you are too embarrassed to go, you can get out of the car now. Finn, stop the car."

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Finn Taylor listened to his wife and immediately stepped on the brakes, causing the car to come to a screeching halt.

"Either you shut up from now on and stop speaking ill of my husband, or you get out now. What's your choice?"

Linda James was scared stiff by her daughter's attitude, and she chose not to say anything in the end.

As such, the car moved off once again.

Along the way, Linda James seemed to want to say something again. But in the end, she swallowed her words.

As they drove along, Linda James felt that something was amiss. "Why are we headed toward Pacific Heights?"

Although Linda James rarely got out of the house, she knew exactly how expensive the villas at Pacific Heights were. 'Didn't Yvette say that they bought a normal second-hand property? A villa at Pacific Heights is a normal second-hand property?'

Yvette Larson had been no less surprised than her mother the first time she had visited their house. Even now, she felt as though she was in a dream.

The car drove up Pacific Heights, and Linda James couldn't conceal her surprise.

However, she didn't know how the numbers on Pacific Heights worked. As such, she simply felt shocked the moment they drove up the hill.

But her husband was different. He knew full well how things worked at Pacific Heights.

This was the first time Francis Larson spoke after getting into the car. "Finn Taylor, are you sure you're not driving in the wrong direction? This is private property. You'll be punished for trespassing."

Finn Taylor drove on silently as his wife answered her father. "Dad, just sit still. We'll be there soon."

Although Francis Larson was confused, he chose to believe his daughter.

Eventually, the car rolled to a stop.

When Francis Larson realized that they were parked in front of Number One Pacific Heights, there was only horror on his face.

Just as Linda James was about to get out, Francis Larson pulled her back. "Don't get out."

"Why?" Linda James was confused. 'Why is Francis suddenly getting so stern when he's normally so reserved?'

"Finn Taylor, why did you drive us here? Do you know that the hundred villas at Pacific Heights are private property? Our limbs will be chopped off, and we'll be thrown off Pacific Heights if we trespass! Also, this is the grandest villa of them all—Number One Pacific Heights!"

Francis Larson's words enraged Linda James. "Finn Taylor, you're a piece of work. All I did was lecture you, but I'm still your mom and elder. How could you try to kill me like this?"

Finn Taylor ignored them and simply walked out of the car.

By then, the butler—Uncle Sam—was already waiting for them.

After speaking with the latter, Uncle Sam walked up to the car and knocked on the window.

Francis Larson rolled the window down, wanting to explain themselves.

Since Uncle Sam had walked out of the villa, he had to be the owner.

But before he could say anything, Uncle Sam spoke up. "Old Master, Madam, I'm the butler of Number One Pacific Heights. Master has asked me to invite you guys down for some refreshments."

'Old Master? Madam?' Francis Larson was utterly confused by the way Uncle Sam was addressing them. "You're addressing us as 'Old Master' and 'Madam?'"

"Yes. Finn Taylor is the villa's master, so you guys are naturally the 'Old Master' and 'Madam.'"

Shock!

Complete shock!

Extreme shock!

Francis Larson and Linda James felt like they had heard a joke. 'Finn Taylor is the owner of this villa? Number One Pacific Heights represents the top of the pyramid in the entire San Francisco. But now, Uncle Sam is telling us that Finn Taylor is the person at the top of the pyramid!'

Uncle Sam quickly opened the door for Francis Larson and invited the couple out of the car.

Up until now, the couple was still in a daze. It felt like they were in a dream.

Francis Larson and Linda James were invited into the villa.

In the face of this house that was worth hundreds of millions, the couple panicked.

Just then, Linda James suddenly thought of something. 'Where did they get the money to buy this house? Yvette couldn't have taken this money from the company.'

Although Linda James knew nothing about the company's financials, she knew that they never would've been able to afford a villa at Pacific Heights even if they were to empty the company's bank accounts.

She rushed up to her daughter. "Where did you get the money?"

"Would you believe me if I said that Finn paid for this?"

"Yvette, I might be old, but I'm no fool. I'll believe you even if you said you stole this, but I will never believe you when you say that that piece of trash bought this." Of course, Linda James refused to believe that her son-in-law had paid for this house.

Over the past three years, she had gained a good understanding of Finn Taylor as a person. 'If he were capable, he would've become a socialite and a household name. There's no way he would've been cooped up in our house.'

"Well then. I've told you the truth, but you don't believe me."

Since she wasn't making any progress with her daughter, Linda James chose to interrogate her son-in-law. "Finn Taylor, tell me. Where did you get the money to buy this house? If you dare to lie to me, I'll kill you!"

"I won the lottery."

Linda James was in disbelief, but she couldn't think of another possibility. "Did you really win the lottery?"

"Yes."

"Who bought the winning ticket?" Linda James suddenly thought of an important question. 'If Yvette bought it, this house would be hers. But if it was Finn Taylor, this house…'

"I bought it."

Unfortunately, this wasn't the answer Linda James wanted. Finn Taylor had told her that he had bought the ticket.

"Where did you get the money to buy this ticket? From the money I gave you for groceries? Or from Yvette's allowance?" Linda James found another way to force him to tell the truth about the origins of the money. 'As long as our family paid for the ticket, this house is ours. Finn Taylor has nothing to do with that money.'

"Yvette's allowance."

"Alright, that means that Yvette bought it and won the lottery. Do you agree?"

"Yes, we won."

"No, you are you. Yvette is Yvette. She gave you the money to buy this ticket, so Yvette was the one who won. Since the house was paid for with that money, that means the house is Yvette's. Finn Taylor, do you agree?"