Chapter 322 - Wedding

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Chloe Yeats looked up the couple’s payment information on the computer.

As Finn Taylor handed a piece of paper over, she intuitively reached out of it. However, the contents of the paper shocked her. It was a receipt—one from her company.

“10,000? Mr. Taylor, don’t you think you’re being very shameless by getting clothes from me before asking me for a reimbursement?”

“Sigh, it’s up to you whether you reimburse us or not.”

Chloe Yeats’s head throbbed, but there was nothing she could do. “Fine, I’ll reimburse you. Will that do?”

She was about to transfer the money to the man when he cut in. “Hold on. I have something to show you.”

He then took out the valuation certificate. “The outfit is worth 20,000. Why don’t you transfer me 20,000?”

“I…” Chloe Yeats was at an utter loss for words. ‘This man is hopeless…’

“Wow. You spent only 10,000 with my company, but you’re asking for 20,000? Not only did you get what you wanted, but you even earned 10,000! I’m making losses here!”

Chloe Yeats nearly vomited blood, yet she was in no place to be petty about money with Finn Taylor. Their relationship couldn’t be measured in monetary terms.

“Come here and take a look at these outfits.” Chloe Yeats turned the monitor toward the couple.

At the same time, Finn Taylor received 20,000 dollars in his account.

Finn Taylor gave no care to it as his wife walked up and started meticulously analyzing the outfits.

To be honest, Chloe Yeats had chosen fine pieces for the couple—they suited them well.

“Do you have the samples here?”

“Of course.” Chloe Yeats made a call to her subordinates, instructing them to bring the outfits up. “You guys came just in time. We just finished making these samples yesterday.”

The outfits were sent to the office in no time, and Yvette Larson’s face was filled with awe as she gazed at the clothes. ‘They’re even more beautiful than I expected.’

“They’re not bad. I’ll take them.”

Finn Taylor was about to leave with the outfits, but his wife stopped him. “Hold on. It’s about mealtime, so let’s have a meal before we go.”

Finn Taylor smiled cheekily. “How could I do that? I’m having a free meal after getting free clothes?”

Yvette Larson rolled her eyes. “What are you saying? We should be the ones treating Chloe.”

Her husband replied, “How much would that cost? She’s the boss of a company. Don’t you think that’s not right?”

Chloe Yeats quickly stood up. “Of course, it’s alright. We’re just a small company, so I can’t afford to treat you to a meal.”

Anyone who didn’t know them might misunderstand that they were so poor that they had to argue over the bill; perhaps they were even on bad terms with each other. But in reality, they were affluent people that were close to each other.

At the table, Chloe Yeats tested them. “There’s something I want to ask about. The James family was thrown out at the Los Angeles Bus Station.”

What she wanted to know was whether Finn Taylor was on good terms with the family. From her observations, they weren’t on good terms. However, the James family was indeed the latter’s in-laws.

So what was going on?

“I got someone to beat them up.”

Chloe Yeats had her answer.

“As long as you don’t kill them,” Finn Taylor added.

He was too soft-hearted toward that shameless family.

Chloe Yeats merely nodded without saying anything. There was no need to explicitly put it out there.

…

When they returned, Yvette Larson turned to her husband. “I left some money on Chloe’s desk earlier.”

She thought that she would get lectured, but her spouse simply said, “I saw it.”

“You saw it? Why didn’t you stop me then?”

“Hahaha, I was just playing around with her. I’ll pay her for the clothes.”

A week flew by, and it was the day of the wedding.

Linda James had already gotten dressed early in the morning and was all ready to head out. However, the couple hadn’t woken up even at eight in the morning.

Linda James knocked on their door. “Yvette, Finn, it’s time to get up. It’s already ten.”

The couple was deep in sleep, but their eyes immediately shot open as they blearily glanced at the clock. ‘Eight o’clock.’

They were speechless.

“Mom, it’s only eight. Why did you wake up so early?”

“Eight? I guess I saw the clock wrongly. Hurry and wake up.”

The couple wanted to sleep in, but Linda James made so much noise that it was impossible to do so. Left with no other choice, they could only get out of bed.

When they were done washing up, Linda James immediately said, “Let’s go, Yvette.”

The latter was speechless. “Mom, it’s only half-past eight. You want to leave now?”

“We’re good friends, so we should go help out.”

“Mom, can you stop being so foolish? They’ll treat us as fools if we turn up so early. Besides, you just want everyone to pay attention to your dress, right? The later you show up, the more attention they’ll pay to you.”

Linda James gave it some thought. Her daughter did make sense, so she eventually gave up.

Yvette Larson could only heave a sigh of relief. ‘Thank god I managed to convince Mom. How awkward would it be if we showed up too early?’

…

San Francisco, Forest Hotel.

It was a popular wedding location, and there was a large field within the hotel premises meant for weddings.

At around ten, the field was already filled.

Seeing several guests walking over, Melinda Lowe quickly stood up to welcome them. “You’re here.”

“Of course.”

She then looked around. “Where’s Linda James?”

“Maybe she won’t show up,” someone commented casually.

However, this piqued everyone’s curiosity. “Why not?”

“Didn’t she say that she was coming with her son-in-law? Don’t you know his situation? Do you think she’d come?”

The other gave it some thought. “That’s true. Don’t we already know her well enough? If she wanted to come, she would’ve turned up a long time ago. Maybe she really isn’t coming.”

Melinda Lowe was disappointed. “How disappointing. I wanted to see how useless her son-in-law really is.. Everyone is talking about how the Larson family has made a name for themselves, but so what? They have such a useless son-in-law.”