After settling the matter with Phoenix and Triton, Finn Taylor returned to San Francisco.
Because his wife had already known that he was returning, she had prepared a whole feast for him. Although Yvette Larson's culinary skills weren't superb, they weren't bad either.
Recently, she'd been working hard to improve her skills, and her meals were edible at the very least.
Of course, Yvette Larson had personally cooked the entire meal.
To Finn Taylor, nothing came close to this meal.
"Does it taste good?"
"It's delicious." Finn Taylor smiled.
Just then, he received a call—it was from Ginger.
On the other end of the call, Ginger was crying for Finn Taylor to save him from a beating.
The latter simply ended the call. 'I've only returned today, but Ginger is already causing trouble for me. He must be doing this on purpose!'
"What's wrong?" Yvette Larson glanced at her husband, feeling that something was wrong.
