Sean Fleming glanced at Finn Taylor and shook his head. 'This man is ridiculous.'
In the past, Seth Fleming had thought that the latter had to be a prominent figure. After all, he had been respected at the All Stars Hotel.
However, he had never expected him to be the infamous, good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law of San Francisco, Finn Taylor.
There was nothing he could do right.
It was humiliating for a man to live his life in this way.
"Yvette Larson, are you a fool, or are you just pretending to be one? Look around you. Where are you? It's the Fleming family's house. You can't blame me since you were the one who threw yourself into my arms. Piece of trash, you'd better scram. If you dare to stand in my way, I'll get someone to break all your bones!" Sean Fleming whistled, and immediately, four bodyguards appeared.
They rubbed their palms while staring at Finn Taylor, their gazes full of hostility.
