After telling the rest that he was going to the washroom, Quince Larson made a quick call to his grandpa, Joseph Larson.

During the call, he told his grandpa that Yvette Larson had bought a new house—Number One Pacific Heights!

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Earlier on, Joseph Larson had declared that he would never go to Yvette Larson's house. But now, he had to swallow those words.

This was all because it was Number One Pacific Heights!

What did that mean? It was the most prestigious property in all of San Francisco!

Now that Number One Pacific Heights belonged to a Larson, there was no way Joseph Larson was going to give up this chance to look at it.

After returning from the washroom, Quince Larson steered the conversation in a certain direction. Very quickly, they got to the question of how the family had bought this house.

"Yvette Larson, how did your family get so much money to buy this house? You know everyone here. Don't hide such good opportunities from us!"

Quince Larson's question drew everyone's attention. 'That's right. Everyone knows that Number One Pacific Heights is terribly expensive. How had Yvette Larson managed to afford it? If she's willing to share her tips with us, we might just be able to get rich too—even if we can't earn as much as her.'

'As expected, they've gotten to this question. If I tell the truth, nobody will believe me. It seems like we'll have to lie.' Yvette Larson was in a dilemma. "We won the lottery."

Unfortunately, Yvette Larson was now dealing with the elites of different industries, not Linda James.

"The lottery? That's impossible. I work for the pool. If anyone won so much money to buy this villa, there's no way I wouldn't have known." The one who had spoken was Jennifer James. She was a classmate of Yvette Larson's and had called out the latter's lie.

"What do you mean by this, Yvette Larson? It's rare that I'm asking you about something. Do you think that it's very inconvenient to answer me, so you're even lying to me now?" Quince Larson ruthlessly humiliated his cousin. 'So what if you have money? I want you to know that you've betrayed your family. I want the entire Larson family to know that you're a traitor.'

Yvette Larson was in a frenzy in the face of such accusations. Her hand was as cold as ice.

Finn Taylor grabbed her hand to give her some warmth. "Quince Larson, this is our house. How dare you start making a din here?"

Quince Larson was stunned. This was the first time Finn Taylor had ever confronted him, and he was doing so in front of so many other people.

'Do you think I'll allow myself to be trampled on?'

"Finn Taylor, who are you? I'm the Larson family's eldest grandson, but you're only a useless matrilocal son-in-law. You're in no place to speak to me. I'm only here out of respect for your family. Do you really think you can boss me around?"

Quince Larson and Finn Taylor were head-to-head, and neither was willing to give in to the other.

Just then, Uncle Sam walked over. He walked up to Finn Taylor and whispered, "Master, Joseph Larson is at the midpoint of the hill. He can't come up."

Although he had whispered that, Quince Larson had overheard their conversation.

He smiled inwardly because his grandpa was here. 'As long as Grandpa is here, Yvette Larson can dream on about having it easy.'

"Alright, I understand." Finn Taylor replied before looking at Quince Larson. "Aren't you going to pick him up?"

Since it was Quince Larson who had called him here, Finn Taylor couldn't be bothered to pick the Old Master up. He believed that the former would go even if he didn't.

"No, Finn Taylor. Isn't this your house? Shouldn't you go pick him up?"

"Heh. When I invited Grandpa here, he said he wasn't going to come. I didn't even know that he was coming. I think you'd better go pick him up." Finn Taylor remained indifferent and tried to stay out of the matter.

But that infuriated Quince Larson. Still, he had no other choice. After all, he was the one who had asked his grandpa to come.

If he didn't go to pick his grandpa up, the latter would definitely blame him for it. As for Finn Taylor, he would definitely be able to get himself out of that situation.

Left with no other choice, Quince Larson decided to head down the hill. Of course, it was no mean feat.

On the way here, he had gone up the hill on a bus. But now that he was going down, he was relying on nothing more than his own legs.

Quince Larson grumbled as he picked his grandpa up.

Joseph Larson wanted to scold someone too. 'I'm already advanced in age, yet they are asking me to climb up the hill! I can barely catch my breath.'

The duo lashed out at Finn Taylor in their hearts and made the arduous journey up to Number One Pacific Heights.

Right at that moment, Finn Taylor strolled out of the villa. The moment he saw his grandpa, he put on such an exaggerated surprised look that everyone knew it was fake. "Wow, Grandpa. Why are you here? Didn't you say that you weren't coming? Sigh, Grandpa. You should've called me if you were coming. I could've sent a car down to fetch you."

"Quince Larson, I'm not trying to say anything about you, but didn't you know that Grandpa was coming? Since you already knew about it, why didn't you tell me? You wanted Grandpa to walk up, didn't you? I'm telling you that I won't let you off if anything happens to Grandpa because of this." Finn Taylor viciously lashed out at Quince Larson.

Still, there was nothing the latter could do. 'I can't possibly admit that I'm a traitor who told on others. If I do, I'll be humiliated!'

Joseph Larson felt hatred rise up in his heart. He naturally knew full well that Finn Taylor was the one who had planned for him to walk up without a car, but he had no evidence to prove it. As such, he had no choice but to swallow that grievance.

Joseph Larson found himself a seat to catch his breath.

As his heart rate returned to normal, he glanced around the villa and nodded repeatedly. "Good, this is great. Yvette, I'm really proud of you that you were able to buy Number One Pacific Heights for the Larson family."

Joseph Larson pointed at the villa and said, "My ancestors, are you looking at this? The Larson family has made our mark. As the Larson family head, I've led the family this far. The whole of San Francisco will see just who the Larson family is! Dad, when you brought the Larson family out from the Sanders family, I bet you'd never dreamed that our family would ever move into Number One Pacific Heights."

"Yvette, you're the most familiar with this place. Hurry up and tell me where we should put our shrine for our ancestors. Oh right, there must be a separate spot for the late Old Master, Hugo Larson. I think that room looks good. What do you think?"