MY SUPER SON IN LAW - Season 2 Episode 93

Eleanor Larson opened the box and was stunned.

Cat ears, a nurse uniform, a leather whip, black stockings, and candles.

“What are you trying to do?” Eleanor Larson was rendered speechless. ‘Quince has to be crazy! Is he planning on doing something to me? We are cousins!’

“Don’t overthink it. I want you to wear these and look for Hunter Sullivan!”

“Why would I look for him?” Eleanor Larson was still confused about what her cousin had in mind.

“What do you think?”

“F*ck! I’m not going.” Eleanor Larson was resolute. ‘Who does Quince think I am?’

“Fine, you can choose not to go.. Without the Sullivan family’s collaboration, the Larson family really will be done for. Someone is trying to acquire the Larson Corporation, and I’m already in talks with them. What you did is enough for me to kick you out of the family. If you’re really kicked out of the family, don’t even dream of getting a cent of that money.”

Eleanor Larson had been fierce just moments earlier, but her cousin’s words broke her. “Fine. I’ll go, but I have my requests too. Don’t you dare say a word about this. Also, I want one-third of the proceeds if you really do sell the company.”

“A quarter.”

“Fine, a quarter.”

Just like that, Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson came to a consensus.

That night, Eleanor Larson put on the nurse uniform and cat ears and waited furtively at the foot of Pacific Heights for Hunter Sullivan with a leather whip in her hand.

Hunter Sullivan’s car was stopped, and he rolled down the window.

“Mr. Sullivan, do you have some time for a drink together?”

He looked at Eleanor Larson absurdly. “What are you trying to do?”

“Mr. Sullivan, can’t you tell what I’m trying to do when I’m already dressed up like this?”

Hunter Sullivan was stunned. “I know why Quince Larson came to look for me today, and I know he wants to continue our collaboration. I already said that it’s never going to happen. Of course, I know that Quince Larson must’ve asked you to come here too. The only reason he’s doing that is that he thinks that Yvette Larson’s my mistress. I’m telling you right now that this isn’t the case. You’ll never be able to imagine how frightening Yvette Larson truly is. Please scram! You disgust me! You’re just a wh*re who got an abortion!”

Hunter Sullivan had been too straightforward with his words—so much so that he had utterly humiliated Eleanor Larson.

Hunter Sullivan rolled his window up and prepared to leave.

But Eleanor Larson was indignant. ‘My dignity has just been trampled on, yet Hunter Sullivan wants to leave just like that! There is no way I’m going to let that happen.’

“Hunter Sullivan, what do you mean? You’d better tell me!” Eleanor Larson banged on the window, refusing to let the other leave.

Hunter Sullivan rolled his window down yet again. He glared at the other and spat at her. “Scram, you b*tch! Now that you’ve touched my car, I have to get it washed tomorrow. Who are you to demand that of me? Do you really want me to call for security and get reporters here to expose you?”

Hearing that, Eleanor Larson was horrified. ‘No way! If the reporters come here, I’d be tomorrow’s headlines in this get-up! I’d be humiliated!’

Eleanor Larson was scared stiff, and she quickly ran off.

She rushed to Quince Larson’s house in a rage. Without saying a word, she slapped her cousin. ‘I was downright humiliated today! It doesn’t matter what status Quince holds. He’s going down with me!’

…

San Diego.

Seeing that Yvette Larson’s family had arrived, Karine James gave them a warm welcome. Yet, she didn’t see any signs of Finn Taylor. ‘Er…’

“Yvette, didn’t you agree to bring Finn Taylor along?”

“Oh, he’s busy. He’ll be here in a few days’ time.”

‘A few days’ time.’ Karine James was speechless. ‘That’s what the Larson family has said over the past few years, but Finn Taylor has never once shown up. This time is probably going to be no different.’

Karine James was naturally annoyed that Finn Taylor hadn’t turned up. It wasn’t because she liked the latter but because she wanted to compare her boyfriend to the other.

Finn Taylor wasn’t outstanding at all. In other words, he was a piece of trash.

‘Aren’t you very amazing, Yvette Larson? Aren’t you very outstanding? So why did you get married to a piece of trash like that?’ Perhaps this was the only way Karine James would ever beat her cousin, and that was why she always tried to find ways to show off.

“Hello, Yvette Larson, right? I’m Nathan Yeats—Karine James’s boyfriend.” A mature-looking man beside Karine James introduced himself.

“Oh right, I haven’t introduced you. He’s my boyfriend—Nathan Yeats. He’s an entrepreneur, so he doesn’t earn much—only about half a million every year.” It was obvious that Karine James was boasting.

To that, Yvette Larson was speechless.

“Oh, that’s little. You’d better work hard, Nathan.” Now that Linda James was living in a multi-million-dollar mansion, half a million seemed like peanuts to her. That was why she dared to say that.

But that infuriated Karine James. “Auntie, how could you say that? Half a million might not be much, but it’s more than what Finn Taylor earns at the very least. How much does that useless matrilocal son-in-law earn? Nothing!”

“That’s not true. Finn Taylor can easily earn 15 million dollars.”

’15 million dollars?’ When Karine James heard that, she nearly burst out into laughter. ‘This family isn’t afraid of telling such ridiculous lies! Their family would probably never be able to earn 15 million in their whole lives, yet they dare to say that Finn Taylor can easily earn 15 million dollars? What a joke!’

But Linda James couldn’t do anything if others didn’t want to believe her. Sometimes, even the truth seemed absurd when it exceeded others’ expectations.
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“Where are Uncle and Auntie?” Yvette Larson didn’t want to continue with this topic. As such, she purposely steered the conversation away from it.

“My parents went on a holiday—Nathan booked a tour to Sanya for my parents. I don’t know how much it cost exactly, but I think it was about 3,000 dollars. I think they’re staying in a five-star hotel. Oh right, Auntie. Since Finn Taylor can easily earn 15 million dollars, has he ever brought you to a five-star hotel?”

Linda James was honest. “No.”

Hearing that, Karine James started boasting yet again. “What? Didn’t I say that Finn Taylor is a piece of trash? He can easily earn 15 million dollars, but he’s never brought you to a five-star hotel?”
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