novelThirty-Dollar Handbag
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There was a hidden meaning in between Eleanor Larson's words. She was clearly trying to insinuate that Yvette Larson had only managed to sign the contract because of her beauty.
Quince Larson burst out into laughter and looked at Finn Taylor, saying, "Finn Taylor, I'll give you a present. I wonder if you like being cheated on, but I guess you quite like it. Otherwise, why aren't you angry at all?"
Finn Taylor ignored the pair. The more he tried to retort them, the more they would try to provoke him.
It was meaningless.
But the more Finn Taylor tried to ignore them, the more they tried to annoy him by staying by his side.
Finn Taylor walked out of the lift and headed toward his wife's office.
And both of them followed him right into the office.
"What are you doing here in the office?" Obviously, Yvette Larson was still upset about what happened yesterday.
"I... I got you a present."
Hearing that Finn Taylor was gifting her something, Yvette Larson felt rather moved in her heart.
No matter what, she was his wife, after all. Which woman didn't like receiving gifts from their husbands?
But she glanced at Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson, and her temper flared up once more."Who cares? You'd better scram! I don't want it."
Yvette Larson didn't think that her husband had the ability to give her anything decent anyway.
If it had been just the two of them around, she would've accepted his gift. However, Finn Taylor was known to screw everything up.
'Why did he have to bring Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson in? Isn't he just digging his own grave?'
"I-I bought it especially for you as an apology. You must accept it."
By this time, Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson had already taken their places on the sofa.
The sight before them was amusing. It was as though they were watching a movie.
'How can there be such a piece of trash in this world? He can't even give his wife a present without being scolded. '
"Sigh, Yvette Larson. I'm not trying to say anything. Although everyone always says that Finn Taylor is a piece of trash and is a matrilocal son-in-law, you're his wife. You can't think of him that way."
"Finn Taylor bought you something out of good intentions. Why can't you accept it? Come on, Finn Taylor. Open it up and let us see what you bought."
Quince Larson had transformed into a good old man today. He had even taken the initiative to 'advise' Yvette Larson to treat her husband well.
Unfortunately, it was clear that Quince Larson's concern was nothing more than a pretense.
While Quince Larson offered his advice, Eleanor Larson had already gone over to help Finn Taylor unwrap the present.
"What are you guys doing? I don't want it."
"Sigh, he's doing this out of the kindness of his heart. How could you reject it?"
Then, the gift was unwrapped as they argued back and forth.
"Hey, this looks familiar." As Eleanor Larson held the present in her hands, she felt that the bag looked terribly familiar.
She flipped it around and analyzed it. Suddenly, she let out a piercing scream."This... Isn't this the 'Red Soulmate' that was presented at the Milan Fashion Show last week?"
'Red Soulmate' was the bag's actual name. It was just that Finn Taylor himself didn't know about it.
"Is it?"
Eleanor Larson was about to continue praising the bag when she heard Finn Taylor say that.
Pfft!
She nearly spat out her water. ?'I nearly fainted upon seeing the bag, and who was the one who bought it? Finn Taylor no less. Could Finn Taylor have bought the real 'Red Soulmate?'
"Finn Taylor, how much did you spend on this bag?"
Yvette Larson didn't recognize this bag either, but she became a little suspicious upon seeing Eleanor Larson's reaction to it. ?'Is it truly something good?'
Finn Taylor stuck out three fingers.
"Three hundred?" Yvette Larson asked hesitantly.
"Thirty..."
Before Finn Taylor could finish his sentence, Eleanor Larson burst out into laughter."I must say, Yvette Larson, do you really think that a good-for-nothing like Finn Taylor would be able to buy you an authentic branded bag?"
"This is fake; it's just a replica."
"Thirty? That's about right."
"Finn Taylor, it's good enough that you had the heart to buy your wife a bag with 30 dollars. At least you didn't get a plastic bag from the market for 30 cents." Although Quince Larson knew nothing about bags, he was sure that Finn Taylor would definitely be unable to afford a branded bag.
With that, Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson left the office in laughter.
Now, only Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson were left in the office.
Yvette Larson glared at her husband coldly."Finn Taylor, throughout the past three years, I've never mentioned a divorce no matter how incapable you've been. Because of the contract, I changed my mind about you and let you attend the party with me. I even let you pick me up from the company, but how have you repaid me?"
"Do you really think it wasn't embarrassing when you offered to push me back when the scooter ran out of battery? And this bag—Don't you think it's humiliating to carry a 30-dollar bag? How could you even give it to me?" Yvette Larson casually flung one of the mugs on her table at Finn Taylor.
Finn Taylor didn't try to dodge it and allowed the mug to smash on him.
"The bag is real." That was all Finn Taylor said before turning to leave the office.
Yvette Larson let out an ear-piercing scream within the office.
Outside, Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson glanced at each other, breaking out into yet another fit of laughter.
Yvette Larson picked up the bag, wanting to throw it in the bin.
The sight of the bag reminded her of Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson mocking her. But the moment that she held the bag in her hands, she was stunned.
Something felt wrong about this bag.
Although she had never carried a branded bag, she had always gravitated toward them. Every time she went out shopping with Clarine Landon, she would always test out different kinds of bags.
Even though she had never owned one, the feeling of holding a branded bag was deeply imprinted in her mind.
'This bag... It isn't real, is it?'?A crazy thought flashed through Yvette Larson's mind. ?'Before Finn Taylor left, he had casually said that the bag was real. It can't be true, can it? I... Did I malign him?'
Yvette Larson was in disbelief, but she didn't throw the bag away. She was determined to bring it to a boutique and get the bag checked to determine whether it was indeed an authentic one.
As Finn Taylor walked out of the office, everyone in the Larson Corporation was pointing at him and discussing him.
The news about the bag had already been spread by the nosy Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson a long time ago. That was why everyone in the company had found out about it.
However, Eleanor Larson had felt slightly uneasy about spreading this rumor. After all, the bag did look exactly like 'Red Soulmate. '
Finn Taylor had given Yvette Larson a thirty-dollar bag.
She was a CEO of a corporation; she would definitely become a joke in everyone's eyes if she carried it out.
Upon leaving the Larson Corporation, Finn Taylor whipped out his phone and sent a message."See you at Starbucks."
...
In the Starbucks outlet, Finn Taylor ordered himself a cup of coffee.
At this moment, a tall and well-built man—who looked like a rich young master—jogged over to his side.
He was trembling in fear and dared not even sit down.
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