Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Clarine Landon had already known about Willow Stone liking Finn Taylor. To be honest, even she liked the latter.

However, she was nothing like her best friend. She knew that Finn Taylor was her other best friend’s husband. No matter how much she liked the man, she couldn’t possibly pursue him.

Yet, Willow Stone was different. She had fallen out with her two best friends ever since that charity ball.

“I saw Finn on a secret date with Willow, and he even bought her a ring! After I caught them in the act, he even put a ring on Willow’s finger in front of me! Boohoo!” The moment she spilled the truth, Yvette Larson could no longer hold back her tears.

There was nothing her best friend could do other than hold her in her arms.

When Yvette Larson dragged her exhausted body home, her mother whipped out the divorce papers. “You’re back. Finn sent these documents over just now. Take a look and sign them.”

Yvette Larson was too mentally exhausted. Her heart was broken, and her mind was blank.

Without even glancing at the documents, she picked up the pen and signed them before returning to her room.

Linda James’s heart leaped with joy when she saw the signature. Her face was plastered with a smile as she stared at the papers.

“Look at you. Why are you so happy that your daughter is getting divorced?” Francis Larson couldn’t understand his wife.

Every other parent would wish for their children to lead blissful lives, yet Linda James couldn’t wait to see her daughter getting divorced. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

“What do you know? Once Yvette divorces Finn, his matters won’t drag us down. Do you really want your daughter to beg on the streets with that piece of trash?”

Francis Larson shook his head helplessly. ‘I’ve ruined my life by marrying a wife like this.’ 

Linda James then took out the bank card. “Guess what this is.”

Her husband sighed. “A bank card. Why do you ask?”

Linda James cupped the card in her hands as though it was a precious treasure. “It’s not just any card; it’s compensation from Finn Taylor. Guess how much is inside the account.”

“1,500 dollars?” Francis Larson guessed a random number, but it incensed his wife.

“Francis Larson, why are you so useless? Can’t you make a bold guess? How could you have the cheek to guess such a low number? Does that mean that you’ll only give me 1,500 dollars if we get a divorce?”

The man couldn’t tolerate it any longer. “Linda James, don’t test my limits. Do you really want our entire family to fall apart?”

“Tch.” Linda James wasn’t afraid of her husband. ‘Who cares about what he has to say? My next sentence will shut him up.’

“Remember, there are five billion dollars in this account.”

“What?” Francis Larson jumped up from his seat.

“You didn’t expect it, did you? Neither did I. Who would’ve thought he would have so much money? Five billion dollars!”

Francis Larson rushed over to snatch the card away from his wife. “Hand this card to Yvette. Finn gave this to her, not you.”

He knew his wife well and knew that she would definitely waste the money away. Although there was no way Linda James would ever be able to finish spending five billion dollars, Francis Larson couldn’t put his mind at rest with his wife holding this sum of money.

He had to hand it over to his daughter.

“Give it to me.” Linda James snatched the card back. “Yvette just got divorced. Do you want her to get more depressed by giving her something from Finn Taylor? I’ll tell her about this when the time is right.”

Her husband pointed at the card, warning her sternly, “I’m warning you not to touch a single cent in the account.”

She harrumphed. “What, is this your money? Who are you to shout at me over it?”

But this time, the man wasn’t going to back down. “If you dare to spend a single cent of that money, I’ll tell Yvette about it right away.”

In the face of her husband’s resolute attitude, Linda James had no choice but to give in. “Fine, I’ll listen to you this time. I won’t spend a single cent. Will that do?”

“Are you sure?” Francis Larson was slightly doubtful.

“What do you want me to do then? Do you want me to swear on my life?”

“Alright, swear on your life then.”

Linda James had never expected her husband to agree to that. “What do you mean? Don’t you even trust me after our decades of marriage?”

Her husband pointed at their daughter’s room.

“Fine. I swear that I-I’ll…” Linda James stuttered for a long time before saying, “I’ll live in a kennel and eat dog food if I spend any money from the account.”

She refused to swear on her life, but her husband knew that there was no way he would be able to force her to go any further. Besides, he didn’t really want to tell his daughter about this matter either.

It wasn’t because it wasn’t the right time for that but that he thought she would feel abandoned once she were to get this sum of money.



After leaving Number One Pacific Heights and the neighborhood, Finn Taylor had to find a place for himself. As such, he instructed Hunter Sullivan to purchase an apartment in Wolke Gardens.

He headed for the newly purchased residence. As he entered the neighborhood, he spotted two young girls with luggage all around them.

One of the girls smiled at him. “Hi, do you live here in this neighborhood?”

Finn Taylor was slightly stunned. “Yes.”

“We just moved here. My name is Michelle Yeller. Do you know how to get to Number Six Wolke Gardens?”

‘How coincidental! Hunter Sullivan bought me an apartment at Number Six Wolke Gardens too.’ He walked over and picked up the young girl’s luggage. “Follow me.”

With her bag in Finn Taylor’s hands, Michelle Yeller had a much easier time since she was left with only one piece of baggage.

However, the friend beside her rolled her eyes. “Are you blind? Why didn’t you take mine as well?”

Finn Taylor glanced back at the other girl. It was only then that he realized that Michelle Yeller was a sweet and dainty young girl, while the other standing beside her was a proud and arrogant young lady who seemed to think that everyone owed her money.

He hated girls like that.

“Do I have an obligation to hold your things?”