Clarine Landon was a good kid. While she was vengeful, she was willing to admit to her mistakes as well. 'I'd have kicked up a fuss if you had really found yourself a mistress. But now that it's all a misunderstanding, I'll clear the air for you.'

"Can I ask you another question? What happened at La Feria Club?"

At the mention of this, Finn Taylor flared up. "Clarine, don't tell me that you were the one who took that photo on Yvette's phone?"

Clarine Landon felt a little embarrassed now that she had been exposed.

Seeing how she was behaving, Finn Taylor knew he was right. "It seems like I was right! Clarine, oh Clarine. Why don't you think about who saved you when you nearly committed suicide? Is this how you repay your savior?"

Seeing his attitude, Clarine Landon guessed that she had probably maligned him again. However, she was confused as to why he wasn't willing to explain what had taken place that night to his wife.

"Forget it. It's alright even if you don't explain yourself. I'll try my best to salvage your relationship." With that, Clarine Landon left.

After chatting with Diane Taylor for a while and confirming that she was alright, Finn Taylor left as well.

…

The Gold family's residence in San Francisco.

Third Master Gold was watering the plants. His granddaughter shook her legs in annoyance while sitting by the side, sadness written all over her face.

"Who provoked our young lady this time? Why are you so unhappy?" Although Third Master Gold had already guessed the answer, he still asked that question.

"Grandpa, when do you think Finn Taylor will get divorced?"

"Kimberly, do you really want to get married to him? He's been married."

"So what? Grandpa, think about all the elders in the Gold family. They all abandoned their wives to marry younger women. Finn Taylor is a thousand times better than them. Besides, if it's a sin to remarry, then those people should've been executed a long time ago."

Kimberly Gold had grown up in the prestigious Gold family and had seen all her uncles getting divorced after making a name for themselves. As such, remarriage didn't mean anything to her.

"I'm not objecting to you marrying Finn Taylor. I'm just afraid that you won't be able to handle him."

Kimberly Gold huffed. "That's impossible. I'm the Gold family's young lady. Do you really think I won't be able to handle him?"

Just then, her phone rang—it was Finn Taylor.

She leaped up immediately and pointed at her phone. "Grandpa! Grandpa, look! Finn Taylor is calling me."

Third Master Gold could only shake his head helplessly. 'Just a second ago, Kimberly said that she could handle Finn Taylor. Just look at you now. Do you really think you'll be able to handle him?'

"Is your grandpa home?"

Kimberly Gold was over the moon as she picked up the phone, yet Finn Taylor's first words were asking about her grandpa, Third Master Gold.

In an instant, she flared up. "You haven't met this cutie in a few days. Aren't you going to ask about me?"

"Oh, how have you been doing? Is your grandpa at home?"

Kimberly Gold had the urge to rage at him, but she was afraid that Finn Taylor would ignore her from then on if she were to do so. "Grandpa is at home. Are you looking for him?"

"I'll go over now then."

"Ok…" Kimberly Gold wanted to ask him to bring a gift over for her, but Finn Taylor hung up before she could even complete her sentence.

Ding-dong!

Just then, someone rang the doorbell of the Gold family's residence.

Kimberly Gold was stunned. 'That can't be. That was so quick. Do you mean that Finn Taylor has been waiting here for a long time?'

She bounced over to open the door, but displeasure clouded her face the moment she opened it.

"Hey, Kimberly. Are you that upset to see Grandpa Carl?"

"Hello, Grandpa Carl. Grandpa is in the garden."

The visitor was Carl Gillies, a good friend of Third Master Gold. He had another identity—the president of San Francisco's Chess Club.

Carl Gillies had no idea why Kimberly Gold was upset, but he didn't want to provoke her any further. As such, he headed to look for Third Master Gold. "Old b*stard, why are you in San Francisco?"

"Jerk, how dare you not attend my grand opening when it was right here in San Francisco?"

"Tch, I was on vacation with my granddaughter. How can you compare yourself with my granddaughter?"

Carl Gillies and Third Master Gold were obviously close friends, and they had started 'scolding' each other the moment they met.

"Oh right, it's just as well that you're here today. I'll introduce you to someone. I played a few rounds of chess with him recently but lost terribly. Why don't you have a go and see if you're able to win."

Carl Gillies's interest was piqued. Although he didn't really think much of Third Master Gold's chess abilities, the latter was still a master. Anyone who could stun him would definitely be well-trained too. "Tell me where you found him. What awards has he won?"

Third Master Gold waved him off. "He's a celebrity in San Francisco, but he hasn't won any awards."

"He hasn't won any awards?" Carl Gillies was slightly disappointed. 'Don't tell me that he's just a cheat who won against Third Master Gold with some underhanded tricks. Otherwise, he should've won some awards with his abilities.'

"Why don't you tell me who he is? Why don't I know about such an impressive figure in San Francisco? And you said that he's a celebrity no less!"

"Finn Taylor. Have you heard of him?"

Carl Gillies thought for a long while but couldn't think of anyone in the chess circle with that name. However, he soon thought of someone with the exact same name. "I've heard of this name before, but I don't think you're talking about him."

Third Master Gold chortled. "We must be talking about the same person then."

"The matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family?" Carl Gillies spat those words out in disbelief.

Third Master Gold chuckled before nodding. "It seems like you've really been duped."

Perhaps Carl Gillies would've believed him if it had simply been another man with the same name. But if it was the matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family, Carl Gillies was sure that it wasn't the case.

As president of the chess association, he had seen countless chess geniuses. All of them were arrogant and boastful.

He was sure that a matrilocal son-in-law like Finn Taylor—who never fought back nor rebuked anyone—couldn't possibly be a chess master.

However, Third Master Gold simply chuckled inwardly without rebuking his friend. 'I can't wait to see the expression on Carl's face when Finn Taylor beats him in a game of chess later on.'

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang once again. This time, Kimberly Gold opened the door to see the one she wanted to see most.

She pouted and crossed her arms, asking, "Did you come empty-handed? Shouldn't you have brought a gift?"