Chapter 2 The First Encounter

She got into the first car. The driver was her eldest brother, Javen Smith. There were only two people in the car. Cassie Garsia didn"t speak. She looked out of the window with mixed emotions in her heart. Her mother had passed away when she was a child. She and her father had lived in this town for many years. Two months ago, her father died of illness. His wish was that Cassie could have a good husband. Cassie had long known that her father had an agreement with his good friend, Uncle Smith. She had always been very resistant to it, but this was her father"s dying wish... She could only agree to go to the Smith family. They drove all the way to San Francisco and stopped at the door of a European-style villa. Cassie opened the door, got out of the car, and followed the five people into the villa. A noble lady was sitting on the sofa. As soon as Telly Smith arrived home, he complained, "Mom, we"re back! We"re so tired." Auntie Smith looked at her five sons and smiled as she asked the maid to prepare some tea. She then turned to look at Cassie who was at the back. She looked at the girl up and down. The girl was not as ugly and fat as she was in the photo. On the contrary, she was very beautiful. Auntie Smith sneered and said sarcastically, "You"re Cassie, aren"t you? You went through so much trouble to get married to our family and even had plastic surgery." This marriage was set by Uncle Smith back then. No one in the Smith family was satisfied with Cassie, but they couldn"t go against Uncle Smith"s wish. "Auntie, I didn"t have plastic surgery." Auntie Smith snorted coldly. The housekeeper returned with Cassie"s luggage. She immediately said, "Mr. Morrison, open the suitcase for inspection." There was a flash of coldness in Cassie"s eyes. "Auntie, this is my stuff." "Of course I know it"s yours. That"s why I should check it out. You came from a small village. It"s not good for you to bring something dirty and dangerous to our family." As soon as she finished speaking, Auntie Smith signaled Mr. Morrison with her eyes. The five Smith family members sat leisurely on the sofa. No one was going to step forward to help Cassie. After all, they currently hated her arrival. Just as Mr. Morrison was about to make a move, Cassie grabbed the suitcase. Her face was expressionless, and she said coldly, "No one is allowed to touch my things." Auntie Smith stood up with a hint of anger on her face. "Well, did you bring something that we can"t see? Then I must see it today." As soon as she finished speaking, she called the bodyguards directly. Seeing four or five bodyguards walking toward her, the others put down their phones and watched the scene. They thought that Cassie would panic and admit defeat, but she did not. On the contrary, she looked calm. Just as the bodyguard was about to grab Cassie"s suitcase, a deep voice came from the door. "Stop!" It was Uncle Smith. He hurried forward, looked at Cassie and asked with concern, "Cas, are you all right? I"m sorry. I just had a meeting at the company and just came back now." "I"m fine, Uncle Smith." Cassie shook her head. Uncle Smith turned to look at Auntie Smith. "What are you doing? Why did you treat Cas like this right after getting here?" "Ha, what"s wrong with me? I just wanted to see if she had brought anything dirty with her!" Auntie Smith was disgusted at Cassie and didn"t want to argue further. She walked upstairs. Uncle Smith sighed. "I"m sorry, Cas, but your auntie may have had some misunderstandings about you. I will explain it clearly to her." Cassie shook her head to show that it didn"t matter. Over the years, there had been a lot of people who were prejudiced against her. Uncle Smith then spoke to the bodyguards and servants at home. "Cas will be staying here from now on. None of you are allowed to be disrespectful to her." Uncle Smith turned to look at his five sons on the sofa. "As for you all, you are not allowed to bully Cas, nor are you allowed to watch her be bullied." The five of them remained silent. Why did Uncle Smith like Cassie so much...?