Yvette Larson glanced at her husband, tears filling her eyes. She wanted to know if he still loved her. 'Why were we still fine in New York? Even while we were at the Larson family's ancestral shrine, everything had been fine. Yet, he had visited La Feria Club that very night. Fine. Even if you were forced to go to La Feria Club and didn't get involved in any shady dealings, what about Kimberly Gold? Why would the Gold family's young lady give you such an expensive car, and why would she send an invitation to the Larson Corporation just because of you?'
'What is this? Is she trying to provoke me? Or do you mean that you're already in a relationship with her?' Yvette Larson held her grievances in and said nothing. 'It isn't the time to mention a divorce. If I were to do so now, the Gold family would definitely retract their invitation. Grandpa would definitely make me take the blame then.'
