Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“Hilary Stone, where are you taking me? Are you lying to me?” Linda James couldn’t help but feel uneasy as she sat in Hilary Stone’s car.

“Linda, why do you doubt me? I’m not like Franklin or Frederick. Have I ever tried to fight with you for power over the years?”

Linda James gave it some thought. ‘She’s right.’

“I have a friend who got into business and needs some help. The pay is quite high, but I told him it doesn’t really matter. Think about it. I’m sure you would want someone you can trust to manage your business and be sure that the person will never betray you. I think you’re a good choice because you’re such a generous person. I told my friend that you’d help him out in exchange for 5% of the company’s shares. Will that do?”

“Do you think 5% is too little?”

“Linda, don’t think that 5% is a small number. It’ll give you a five-figure sum every month!”

“What? Do you mean I’ll get at least 10,000 dollars every month?”

“Linda, I’m telling you that the factory is just starting out. It won’t be a five-figure sum in the future. It might very well turn into a six or even seven-figure sum!”

“So much?”

“Do you not trust me?”

“Right, right. I trust you. You’re not like Franklin or Frederick; they’re always trying to gang up against my family. You’re different though. I remember that you gave me 500 dollars when I gave birth to Yvette. That was quite a huge sum of money back then.”

“There’s no need to mention that. It was just 500 dollars; it wasn’t much. We are still family after all. Although we always quarrel amongst ourselves, we are still part of the Larson family.”

Linda James was completely taken in by Hilary Stone’s words. “Are we heading out of the city?”

“Yes, the factory is outside the city. You know that these industrial businesses always produce wastewater, so they aren’t allowed to develop within the city.”

“Right, right. That’s true. I know that they have to be built outside the city. I’m not a fool; I always watch the news. Don’t underestimate me.”

As Hilary Stone brought her sister-in-law out of the city, Gremlin arrived at the Larson family’s old residence.

The Larson family was a traditional family, and the ancestral shrine was housed within the residence.

Gremlin immediately spotted the shrine after pushing the door open and walking in. He was shocked because he hadn’t expected the sight. “F*ck! Hilary Stone is such a b*tch! How could she ask me to burn this place down? I’m going to be haunted by ghosts at night if I do so!”

The Larson family was traditional, and so was the Taylor family. As such, Gremlin held great respect toward his ancestors.

He was naturally terrified upon facing the shrine in front of him. ‘I’ll get struck by lightning if I burn this place down! I’d rather just die!’ 

“No way. I can’t listen to Hilary Stone. The most I’ll do is set the yard on fire. There’s no way I’m going to tempt fate by setting the house on fire.” As such, Gremlin set fire to only the yard, which didn’t have much apart from some useless and worthless tools.

Of course, Finn Taylor had already installed a fire alarm system in the residence, and he was immediately informed of the fire.

He quickly made a call to his wife, informing the latter about the situation.

Yvette Larson was stumped. ‘Why would there be a sudden fire there? Nobody even lives there anymore.’

“Do you know why the fire started?”

“Someone must be up to something. Hurry up and call Dad; we’ll go put out the fire together. It isn’t very serious, so don’t worry about it.” Afraid that his wife would get too anxious, Finn Taylor reassured her.

“Alright, we’ll go over soon. Be careful.”

Yvette Larson then made a call to her father.

“The Larson family’s residence is on fire. Let’s go put it out.” Yvette Larson didn’t waste any time and cut to the chase.

“Why would that happen all of a sudden? Don’t worry too much about it. Let’s go over now. Is Finn there?”

“Yes, he’s already there trying to put out the fire. Finn says that the situation isn’t too serious and that we don’t have to be too worried.” She conveyed whatever her husband had told her to her father.

This was a crucial detail, and details often gave away how sincere a person was.

But of course, if one deliberately tried to pick at another’s faults, it would be obvious too. For example, if one were to ask someone else to guess what they saw, a normal response would be to reply with the same question. Those who deliberately picked at others’ faults, however, would definitely blame the other for not knowing anything.

It was obvious that something was wrong if your mind immediately drifted to that instead of simply asking what the person saw.