It was noon, and smoke was rising from the kitchen in Arcton Village. The ground was a little muddy after the rain. The appearance of a luxury off-road vehicle broke the silence unique to the village.

Yamileth Farah carried a huge bamboo basket on her back. As soon as she came down from the top of the mountain, she saw a group of people at the entrance of the village. They were surrounding a car in the distance, looking out and talking about it.

Someone saw Yamileth first and pushed her. Mileth, is this the person who came to pick you up? How imposing!

Yamileth narrowed her eyes and glanced at the middle-aged woman who got out of the car. It was her second aunt, who was also sent by the Farah family.

Lucia Smith looked around in disgust. When she raised her head to look at Yamileth, she squeezed out a stiff smile. "You must be Yamileth, I'm your second aunt. It was your grandfather who asked me to pick you up."

Before coming here, the old master had repeatedly told her to take Yamileth Farah back unscathed. It could be seen that the old master attached great importance to this girl. She reached out her hand, wanting to "love" touch Yamileth's head.

Yamileth suddenly took a step back and looked at her coldly.

Lucia's hand missed its target.

She was so angry that she wanted to slap Yamileth in the face. But there were so many people around, so she could only suppress her anger and tried to smooth things over with a smile.

"Oh, after all, this country bumpkin is afraid of giving birth..."

She deliberately emphasized the word "country".

"I'm afraid you'll dirty my stuff," Yamileth said suddenly. After all, the bamboo basket she carried on her back was very valuable.

Lucia's face suddenly changed, especially when she found that someone around her was laughing out loud. She lowered her voice and cursed, "You bastard, what are you talking about?!"

Yamileth fell silent. Lucia couldn't vent her anger and could only glare at her.

At this moment, Master Quinn came over and patted Yamileth Farah's shoulder. "Little Mileth, since someone has come to pick you up, you can go with them."

He reminded Yamileth, "Didn't you always want to know about that thing?"

When that matter was brought up, there was a ripple in Yamileth's eyes, but she was still a little reluctant to part with her master. "Master, I will often come back to visit you."

"Good child." The master patted Yamileth on the shoulder. This time, Yamileth didn't dodge at all.

Such an obvious contrast made Lucia want to bite her teeth. When she returned to the city, it would be her world. She wanted to see how she would deal with this little country bumpkin.

After Yamileth said goodbye to her master, she directly passed Lucia and got in the car.

17 years ago, her mother insisted on coming to Arcton Village, regardless of the opposition of the whole Farah family. Later, her mother died in a strange way. She did not believe that all this had nothing to do with the Farah family.

This time, she went back to seek the truth. Yamileth sat in the back seat and looked out of the window without saying a word.

However, in the passenger seat, Lucia said in a strange tone, "The Farah family is not a small family. Although you are not from the Farah family, you should always put the interests of the Farah family first..."

Hearing this, Yamileth immediately knew what kind of sinister idea was in Lucia's heart.

The purpose of bringing her back was nothing more than to marry the Raynott family, the head of the four major families in the capital.

Back then, her mother had been on good terms with Madam Raynott, so she was engaged to her. But before she gave birth to Yamileth, there was a turmoil in Cloud City and the marriage was put aside.

Yamileth was not interested in the marriage and did not answer.

Lucia talked about the rules for a long time, but did not get any response from Yamileth. She felt even more upset.

Although the young master of the Raynott family was seriously ill, this was still a rare good marriage.

Besides, her daughter was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was also graceful...

"How is my luck worse than this country bumpkin's?"

Thinking of this, she couldn't help being furious. "I'm talking to you. Do you hear me?"