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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nYvette Larson was at a loss for words upon hearing her mom’s logic. ‘Mom is really ridiculous. Even though I’m her daughter, I can’t stand it any longer. Finn bought this house, so what does it have to do with us? She’s kicking up such a huge fuss just for one reason—for Finn to acknowledge that this house is mine.’

n“Mom, can you stop? The guests will be here soon. Do you want to have such a huge argument in front of our guests?” With that, Yvette Larson dragged her husband away, not giving her mother the chance to continue.

nLinda James was furious with her daughter’s actions. ‘Why do I have such a stupid daughter? Don’t you know that it’s most important to have control over your husband’s wallet? Since I don’t like Finn Taylor, it’s only a matter of time before you guys get a divorce. We must get this house under our names before chasing him out.’

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nOver at the Larson family’s side, Quince Larson, Eleanor Larson, and the rest of the family were already waiting at the Larson family’s residence.

n“Yvette Larson said that she’d send a car over for us. Why isn’t it here yet?” Quince Larson glanced at his watch.

nEleanor Larson glanced at it—it was a Rolex worth tens of thousands at the very least. “Brother, you’re doing quite well. You’ve even managed to buy a Rolex.”

nQuince Larson was arrogant. “Do you remember the business deal that I secured last year? I got my reward and bought myself this Rolex. I have to say that a Rolex is a Rolex after all. It’s so comfortable wearing it.”

nQuince Larson purposely exposed the watch to show it off to the Larson family.

nEleanor Larson’s principle was to inflate her cousin’s ego at all costs. ‘I’ll wait until the day you can’t boost your ego any further. That will be my day to shine.’

nIt was the two cousins’ different goals that had created this scene.

nJust then, a bus stopped in front of the Larson family’s residence.

n“Are you Finn Taylor’s guests? Please get in.”

nWith that, all of the Larson family members got up on the bus.

nOnce they were all on the bus, they moved off. Then, the bus drove toward Gavin Kleine’s house.

nThere, Yvette Larson’s classmates were waiting. They had already been waiting at the entrance of Gavin Kleine’s neighborhood for a good half an hour, but they had neither seen nor heard anything.

nSomeone panicked. “Do you think that Yvette Larson was lying to us? Maybe she hasn’t even bought a house.”

n“I don’t think so.”

n“Look, it’s been half an hour, but we haven’t even heard anything from them. San Francisco isn’t that big. How far could their house be for the bus not to be here yet?”

n“Don’t tell me that she bought a house in the suburbs!”

nPfft!

nEveryone burst out into laughter at that suggestion.

nJust then, the bus finally arrived.

nLike he had done earlier, the driver shouted at them, “Do you know Finn Taylor? If so, please get in.”

nThe classmates glanced at each other, and the person who had doubted Yvette Larson earlier said, “Oh, they’ve actually come to pick us up. Let’s go and have a look at what house she’s bought.”

nThen, he got up onto the bus.

nGavin Kleine remained silent the entire time.

nAs they got on, they realized that others were already on the bus.

nAfter realizing that it was the Larson family of San Francisco, the classmates wisely chose to stay silent.

nWhile the Larson family fought with each other, they would never let outsiders speak ill of them.

nSeeing that everyone had gotten on board, the bus driver stepped on his accelerator and headed toward Pacific Heights.

nWhen the passengers realized that they were indeed headed for the suburbs, the disdain on their faces was evident.

nHowever, that disdain quickly turned into confusion. This was because the bus was headed toward the suburbs, but they hadn’t gone onto the road heading for the suburbs. Instead, they were traveling along a road that led only to Pacific Heights.

nAt that moment, a wild thought flashed past everyone’s mind. But after giving it some thought, they realized that Yvette Larson’s family would never be able to afford a villa at Pacific Heights.

nAs such, they calmed down yet again. ‘We must be taking a shortcut.’

nBut this thought was quickly proven wrong once the bus headed up Pacific Heights.

n“Huh? Why are we driving up Pacific Heights? Didn’t Yvette Larson’s family buy a normal second-hand property?” Someone finally spoke up.

n“Are we headed in the wrong direction?”

n“Hey, are you sure you were supposed to pick us up?”

nThe driver continued along the road, thinking that he was about to reach his destination.

nHowever, he immediately reacted the moment he heard those words—he slammed on his brakes. ‘F*ck! I picked up the wrong people? That’s impossible! It’s the owner of Number One Pacific Heights hosting a party! I’ll be doomed if I picked the wrong people up!’

nThe driver took out a name list and looked at his passengers. “Who’s Quince Larson?”

n“Me.” Quince Larson raised his hand.

n“Let me check your identification card.”

nQuince Larson thought that this was ridiculous, but realizing that this was a driver from the Pacific Heights neighborhood, the former didn’t dare to go against his orders. As such, he handed his identification card over.

nThe driver compared it to his name list. ‘I didn’t make a mistake.’

n“Who’s Gavin Kleine?”

n“Me,” Gavin Kleine answered.

n“What are you waiting for? Where’s your identification card?”

nGavin Kleine was terribly displeased with the driver’s attitude, thinking that the driver had embarrassed him in front of his classmates. Nonetheless, he had no choice but to take his identification card out.

nAfter glancing at it, the driver confirmed that the second batch of passengers he had picked up were the right people too.

n“No, I didn’t make a mistake.” With that, he returned to his seat and headed up the hill.

nWhile the driver was calm, the passengers were not. ‘What does he mean? He didn’t pick the wrong people up? Does that mean that Yvette Larson’s house is really at Pacific Heights? But how is that possible?’

nEveryone present knew full well just how expensive a villa at Pacific Heights was.

n‘Maybe we’ll believe you if you say that Yvette Larson’s family managed to buy a second-hand property after scrimping and saving for decades. But there’s no way they would’ve been able to buy a villa at Pacific Heights!’

nThe vehicle rolled on, and it passed the midway point, finally reaching the area where the top hundred villas were.

nAt this, someone exploded. “No, this is a plot! Yvette Larson wants us to trespass on private property, get our limbs chopped off, and thrown off Pacific Heights!”

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