novelSmoking to Relieve Stress
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The Old Master, Joseph Larson, was truly infuriated. He rushed out the door, knocking the door off its hinges in the process.
Quince Larson slumped down on the chair limply.
None of the rest of the Larson family dared to probe any further. So, they left one after the other.
Only when everyone left did Quince Larson take a deep breath. Then, he dialed Yvette Larson's number.
...
Yvette Larson was seated on the sofa as she glanced at the clock.
Half an hour had passed, but nothing had happened.
She picked up a cushion and tossed it at Finn Taylor. However, he was easily able to dodge it.
Just then, her phone rang.
Yvette Larson was about to pick it up when her spouse shouted, "Don't pick it up."
Then, he strode toward Yvette Larson and saw that the call was from Quince Larson.
Finn Taylor picked up the call.
"Yvette Larson, Grandpa is asking you to come to the office and accompany me to Xander Corporation."
"Yvette's sick."
"Oh, it's Finn Taylor. I have something to tell Yvette. Put her on the phone."
"No, she's sick and needs to rest." With that, he hung up.
Yvette Larson—who was sitting by the side—stared on with her jaw wide open."Who called?"
"Quince Larson. He asked you to visit Xander Corporation with him."
"Why did you hang up the call then? Grandpa must be fuming. That won't do; I have to return to the office right away." Yvette Larson picked up her bag and snatched her phone from her husband, getting ready to get out of the house.
"No, you can't leave now."
"Why?" For some reason, Yvette Larson felt that her husband was acting strangely today.
It was as though he had transformed into another person. He was completely unlike his usual personality of a good-for-nothing, matrilocal son-in-law.
"Don't you think that Grandpa is biased? You're the one who managed to sign that contract, but he snatched that power away from you just like that. Since he's chosen to do that, he has to pay for his actions. I want him to pick you up personally."
Yvette Larson stared at him as though he was crazy. ?'Didn't Finn Taylor say that he would let our family have its day in the Larson family? But now, he is saying that Grandpa has to pick me up personally for me to go to the office. How is that even possible? There's no way Grandpa would ever do that. '
'If Grandpa finds out about what Finn Taylor just said, he will definitely be severely punished. '
"Finn Taylor, you..."
"Trust me." Finn Taylor nodded as he said that. His tone was genial, and his gaze exuded confidence.
Yvette Larson sighed and chose to trust her spouse once again, just like how she had believed in him to bring her into Pacific Heights to meet Hunter Sullivan.
"Get me an ice cream from the convenience store." Yvette Larson leaned back against the back of the sofa, putting her lean legs on the coffee table.
Finn Taylor rushed out of the house to get some ice cream at his wife's order.
"Boss, get me a pack of cigarettes and an ice cream."
The owner of the convenience store took out a pack of cigarettes and an ice cream."Twenty."
Finn Taylor ruffled through his pockets. ?'Damn. I rushed out of the house with only ten dollars on me. '
"I don't want that packet of cigarettes."
The owner looked at him in disdain.
Finn Taylor couldn't be bothered about that and simply left the ten-dollar note before leaving with the ice cream.
Upon returning home, Finn Taylor unwrapped the ice cream and handed it over to Yvette Larson.
Yvette Larson took it and started eating it without any care. Then, she saw Finn Taylor return to his room before rushing out of the house again."Where are you going?"
"To get a pack of cigarettes, " he answered simply before heading out.
Before he reached the convenience store, Finn Taylor heard the owner chatting with others.
The subject of their conversation was none other than himself.
"Hey, the one who bought that ice cream earlier is the matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family, right?"
"That's right; it's him."
"Eh, the Larson family is a reputable family. Why would they have such a useless son-in-law? He didn't even have enough money to buy a pack of cigarettes."
"Who knows?"
Even so, Finn Taylor didn't stop in his tracks. He had arrived at the convenience store amidst the pair's conversation.
He placed the ten-dollar note down and picked up the pack of cigarettes he had left behind earlier.
Finn Taylor glanced at the convenience store owner, then at the gossipmonger beside him.
After that, he left without a word.
The pair stood entirely still, not daring to say a thing. In fact, they dared not even take a breath.
It was only when he walked out of their sight that they finally let out a sigh of relief.
Finn Taylor's gaze had been too fear-inducing. It was as though he was after their lives.
Neither of them dared to say another word about Finn Taylor.
Finn Taylor lit a cigarette and walked into the house.
Seeing Finn Taylor walk in with a lit cigarette, Yvette Larson expressed her displeasure."Scram! Have your smoke outside before coming in."
"Oh, ok." Finn Taylor hurriedly walked out of the house, squatted by the door, and smoked the pack of cigarettes that cost him only ten dollars.
On the other hand, Quince Larson had almost vomited blood after being cut off by Finn Taylor. ?'I am Quince Larson. I am the eldest grandchild of the Larson family and the future family head, as well as the Larson Corporation's future CEO. Yet, a mere matrilocal son-in-law hung up on me! If word about this gets out, everyone will probably turn me into a joke. '
But he dared not disobey his grandpa either.
If he were to screw this project up, he was sure that his family would never live comfortably even if they weren't chased out of the Larson family.
It seemed like he had no choice but to head down to Yvette Larson's house.
When Quince Larson arrived, he saw Finn Taylor smoking while squatting by the door.
He looked just like a rubbish collector.
"Finn Taylor, how dare you hang up on me?" The sight of Finn Taylor reminded Quince Larson of how he had hung up on him.
Quince rushed up, wanting to punch him to a pulp. But no sooner had he walked forward than Finn Taylor stuck out his leg.
Quince Larson tripped and landed face-down on the ground. Then, Finn Taylor stuffed the last bit of his cigarette into Quince Larson's mouth.
Quince Larson felt his blood boil and fume rushing out of him.
"Quince Larson, Yvette is sick, but that's not to say that she can't go to the office. She can, but only if Grandpa picks her up personally."
Quince Larson crawled up from the ground and stared at Finn Taylor."You trash. Do you even know what you're talking about?"
"If you want to continue lying on the ground, I can play along. Otherwise, you'd better take that message back."
Quince Larson didn't believe that Finn Taylor was skilled enough to be able to keep him down. ?'He is nothing more than a piece of trash. I only fell because I was careless. '
As such, he swung his fist across.
But once again, he landed on the ground.
This time, Finn Taylor sat on his head and took out another cigarette from his pocket.
He lit it and continued smoking. It seemed like he had no intention of ever getting up before finishing with that cigarette.
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