Chapter 245: Unnecessary Trouble

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The eyes of everyone from the Larson family landed on Joseph Larson.

He eventually turned to Yvette Larson, bent down, and fell to his knees—he nearly collapsed onto the ground. “Yvette, I was wrong. I was really wrong.”

The decades-long feuds of the Larson family dissipated with this simple sentence.

Finn Taylor sneered.?‘Everything is going to end here.’

He patted Joseph Larson on the back and roared out, “The Larson family head—Joseph Larson—is dead. Everyone of the Larson family, kneel to send the Old Master off!”

As soon as Finn Taylor finished his sentence, Joseph Larson gradually crumbled. Of course, the former didn’t allow him to crumple onto the ground and held him carefully.

Yvette Larson felt a surge of emotions in her heart.?‘With Grandpa’s death, everything is finally over.’?

She was the first to kneel. “Please let your unfilial granddaughter pay her respects.”

Following that, Francis Larson dragged Linda James onto her knees as well. “Please let your unfilial son pay his respects.”

Frederick Larson and Franklin Larson shared a glance, understanding that they had just lost all power in the Larson family with their father’s death. They then fell on their knees as well.

Following this, Quinn Larson kneeled down, dragging his mother down as well.

Hilary Stone had been reluctant to do so, yet she had no other choice with her son tugging on her.

Finn Taylor looked up and winked at his wife.

With tacit understanding between them, Yvette Larson burst out into tears. “Grandpa! Grandpa, I was too unfilial. I haven’t done anything for you yet. How could you leave so soon? Grandpa, I’m so afraid now that you’ve abandoned me and left! Grandpa, please rest assured that I’ll organize an extravagant funeral for your last journey.”

Yvette Larson’s performance was so convincing that it seemed as though she was an exceptionally filial granddaughter who could move the heavens.

Finn Taylor shouted, “My condolences, Miss. The Larson family still needs you to lead the family.”

He then glanced at his father-in-law.

Understanding what the other meant, Francis Larson also shouted, “My condolences. Please don’t take it upon yourself as the family head.”

Of course, Frederick Larson and Franklin Larson knew exactly why Finn Taylor was putting on such a show. Yet, they couldn’t choose not to participate in it.

With no other choice, they shouted in unison, “Our condolences, Ms. Larson.”

Finn Taylor turned to Quinn Larson.

The latter understood that all hope was lost now. No matter how ambitious he was, there was no way of salvaging the situation.

“Sister, Grandpa has passed on. Please take care of yourself. You’re the new family head, and we need you to lead us in the future.”

After everyone spoke up, Yvette Larson finally stood up. “Thank you for everyone’s concern. I may be young, but I won’t let Grandpa down since he’s made me the family head. From today onward, please hand over all of your shares in the Larson Corporation. As the family head, I will redistribute the shares according to each family’s contributions. Do you have any objections?”

Frederick Larson and Franklin Larson smiled bitterly.?‘Yvette Larson is out to kill us, yet we brought this upon ourselves. If we were made the family head this time, would we have let Yvette Larson’s family off? The answer is obvious: Of course not.’

This was why there was nothing they could say about the way Yvette Larson’s family was treating them.

Finn Taylor had no intention of interfering in Joseph Larson’s funeral. After all, he had already achieved his aims.

He nodded at his wife. “I’ll hand this over to you. I’m going to deal with that b*stard.”

Of course, the b*stard Finn Taylor was talking about was none other than Quince Larson. The latter had created tons of trouble over the years and had humiliated Finn Taylor countless times in the past three years. He was the one who had spread the rumor of Finn Taylor being a piece of trash and not having touched Yvette Larson.

Today, Finn Taylor was going to get his revenge for every single insult he’d been subjected to.

…

In the abandoned warehouse where Quince Larson had held his cousin captive.

Finn Taylor had instructed Hunter Sullivan to take Quince Larson here.

Quince Larson had crossed Finn Taylor’s limit. It was this event that led to everything that had just taken place today.

Since that was the case, Finn Taylor was going to end everything here too.

Standing in front of his cousin-in-law, Quince Larson was filled with reluctance and terror. He wanted to kneel down to the other and beg for mercy, yet he knew that kneeling would do nothing. Since that was the case, it would be better to die with dignity.

However, the fear of death eventually drove Quince Larson to cast aside all care for his dignity. He fell onto his knees with no hesitation. “Finn Taylor, I was wrong. Please let me off this time.”

Finn Taylor sneered. “Quince Larson, you disgust me. You’re nothing but a dog to me. Look at where we are now. Do you really think that I’m going to let you off? If you died while standing, I might still respect you. However, it looks like you’re nothing more than a cowardly worm.”

With that, he threw a vicious kick at his wife’s cousin. It landed on the latter’s stomach, causing him to throw up whatever was in his stomach.

Quince Larson groaned in pain, feeling as though he was about to die. He seemed to be able to see death knocking on his door.?‘Do I have any way out?’?

Finally, he thought of someone—that bald elder.

If not for that grandpa’s love, Quince Larson would’ve died a long time ago whenever Finn Taylor forced him into a corner.

He had always said that he would have a way out because he had someone backing him. Nobody but him knew about this man.

Three years ago, a bald elder had approached him at Finn Taylor’s wedding. That day, he had told Quince Larson to look for him if Finn Taylor ever drove him into a corner.

As long as he was willing to remain a loyal dog to him, Quince Larson would live.

At that time, Quince Larson had thought of it as a joke.

Finn Taylor was nothing more than a useless matrilocal son-in-law. There was no way he’d be so threatened by him, yet here they were today.

“I’m willing to be your slave and be loyal to you forever. Are you there? Please save me!”

Finn Taylor was about to viciously kick his cousin-in-law in the head—this would definitely end his life—but a figure appeared just then.

A bald old man grabbed his foot and shoved him.

It took Finn Taylor ten whole seconds to steady himself, and he looked at the elder. “Gremlin, are you really going to interfere in this matter?”

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