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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

n“Hello, Madam Hans. What’s the matter?”

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nThe din drew the attention of many.

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nThe hotel staff rushed over.

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nThe general manager realized that the rich lady in her forties was the wife of the Fleming family’s Young Master, Melissa Hans.

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nAlthough the Larson family wasn’t entirely unknown, they were still a second-tier family in San Francisco. The Larson family was far from being the protagonist of tonight’s party.

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nThe Fleming family was different; they were a renowned family in San Francisco.

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nNow that the Fleming family had gotten into an argument with some unknown people, it was only natural that Solomon Smith sided with the Fleming family.

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n“Mr. Smith, what’s going on? Ever since they entered, they’ve been eating and drinking. I wonder if they sneaked in without an invitation.”

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nSolomon Smith nodded, turning his gaze to Yvette Larson and her party. “Please show me your invitation.”

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nYvette Larson had only received a single invitation. Logically, she should’ve brought only one person in. But this time, she had brought two.

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nIt was true that it was against the rules.

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nAs such, she backed off nervously, not knowing what to do.

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n“I bet you guys don’t have any invitations. You must’ve sneaked in.”

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n“Did you guys sneak in just for free food and drinks, or are you here to steal something?”

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nAt a party like this, it didn’t matter if one brought an additional guest in if one had an invitation.

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nIt was already going overboard by accusing them of stealing food and drinks. Now that she was accusing them of stealing other things, it was downright insulting.

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n“You asked us to show our invitation, so why don’t you show us yours first?”

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nYvette Larson was frightened, and so was Clarine Landon.

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nHowever, Finn Taylor appeared calm and indifferent.

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nAll Stars Hotel—it was just one of Logan Yeats’s businesses.

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n“You want me to show you my invitation? You’re really funny. Mr. Smith, tell him whether I need to show anybody my invitation.”

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nUpon hearing Finn Taylor’s words, everyone present acted as though they had heard the funniest joke in the universe.

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n“Sir, she’s the wife of the Fleming family’s Young Master, Melissa Hans. She doesn’t need an invitation because her husband is friends with our boss. But as for you three, all of you look unfamiliar. Which family do you guys come from?”

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nSolomon Smith stuck his arm out, requesting Finn Taylor and his party to present their invitations.

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n“Er, Mr. Smith, I’m Yvette Larson from the Larson family of San Francisco. I’m a CEO; here’s my invitation.” Seeing that there was no other way out, Yvette Larson quickly retrieved her invitation.

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nSolomon Smith took the invitation and analyzed it meticulously. Then, his gaze fell on Finn Taylor and Clarine Landon. “How about the two of you?”

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nClarine Landon was a little afraid.

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n“Mr. Smith, I was the one who brought both of them in. I know I brought an additional person. Do you think you could let it go this time?”

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nAt a party like this, it didn’t mean much for someone who had received an invitation to bring an additional person. The problem was that Melissa Hans from the Fleming family seemed unwilling to let it go now.

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n“Mr. Smith, if it’s fine to bring someone along, you should’ve said so. We have over a thousand servants in our family. I’ll bring all of them along next time.”

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nBecause of her words, Solomon Smith was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

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n“Ms. Larson, I’m very sorry. Since you have only one invitation, I’ll have to ask these two guests to leave.” With that, he extended his arm.

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nMore than a dozen security officers gathered around, waiting to take action.

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n“Mr. Smith, right? I think we’d better be fairer. Since only people with invitations are allowed to enter, I think it’s best this lady also shows her invitation. If she can’t, she should leave with us.” Finn Taylor walked up and pointed Melissa Hans out in front of everyone.

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n“Finn Taylor, don’t stir up trouble. Let’s just leave.” Yvette Larson tugged on Finn Taylor’s sleeve, afraid that he would cause trouble.

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nMelissa Hans rolled her eyes. “Are you stupid? Didn’t you hear what the manager said earlier? My husband is the friend of the boss here. Do you think I need an invitation?”

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n“Oh, does that mean that you don’t have an invitation either? Alright then, let’s leave together.”

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n“I think there’s really something wrong with your brain. Oh, I remember now. Did you say that you’re Yvette Larson from the Larson family? Then you… You must be that infamous, good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law.” Melissa Hans chortled as she pointed at Finn Taylor.

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nEveryone present came to a sudden realization because of her words. ‘Isn’t Yvette Larson the woman who got married to a useless man three years ago? How could she be so shameless as to bring him out? As expected, the couple is mad.’

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nEveryone shook their heads in disdain.

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nNobody thought well of Finn Taylor.

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n“Coming through. Melissa Hans, what’s wrong?” Just then, someone squeezed his way through the crowd. It was none other than the Fleming family’s Young Master, Seth Fleming.

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nOr in other words, Melissa Hans’s husband.

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n“Dear, he… They asked me to leave the party because I don’t have an invitation.” Melissa Hans pointed at Finn Taylor and his party, acting as though she had been wronged.

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nSeth Fleming flared up upon hearing those words. “You must be the one who asked my wife to leave. I demand that you apologize to my wife right now—right at this very instant. Otherwise, I’ll definitely make sure that you won’t get out of here unscathed.”

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nFinn Taylor ignored Seth Fleming and stared at the manager. “You have two choices. Firstly, everyone who doesn’t have an invitation has to leave. I’ll leave with her.”

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n“Secondly, those with invitations can bring a plus-one. Neither of us will leave. You guys can have your pick.” Finn Taylor was full of confidence and did not panic in the slightest.

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n“Who are you to compare yourself to my wife? Even if my wife doesn’t have an invitation, she doesn’t have to leave.” Seth Fleming felt annoyed at Finn Taylor’s suggestions.

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n“That’s right. You’re disgusting me by comparing me to you. You’re just a useless piece of trash.”

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nSigh.

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nFinn Taylor sighed helplessly. ‘I’ve already given them a way out to preserve their dignity. Since they insist on being so stubborn, they are simply asking for this.’

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n“Fine. Since you guys aren’t choosing, I’ll do it for you. Anyone who doesn’t have an invitation must leave!”

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nMelissa Hans sneered. ‘I thought that he had something more to say, but it’s still the same old nonsense.’

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n“Fine, since you’ve made your choice, you’d better leave since you have no invitation.”

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n“Who said I don’t have an invitation?”

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n“You’re just a piece of trash. You have an invitation?” Melissa Hans’s expression was doubtful.

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nIt wasn’t just Melissa Hans who was in shock.

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nEven Solomon Smith didn’t believe his words. All the invitations had gone through his hands, yet he didn’t remember this person.

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nSeth Fleming shook his head. “Mr. Smith, why are we wasting our time on him? Hurry up and get him out so that he doesn’t ruin the mood.”

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nSolomon Smith nodded and was about to chase Finn Taylor away.

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nJust then, someone rushed to Finn Taylor’s side. He bowed respectfully, handing two invitations over. “Sir, you dropped this earlier. I happened to pick it up.”

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nEveryone turned their attention to the invitations. They were indeed for this party.

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