Miss Garsia, the Cat Is Out of the Bag

The word engagement stabbed into Javen’s heart, and he agreed. “Okay.”

“But you have to wait for me to cure Alice.” Thinking of her illness, Cassie had a headache. “I’m going to the underground black market in Detoit city. Come with me.”

Javen curled his lips and smiled. “Okay.”

Cassie went to sleep first. She could feel someone beside her gently stroking her face while she was sleeping.

When she woke up, she felt refreshed. When Cassie went downstairs, she could faintly smell the fragrance of food.

“Javen!”

When he heard the shout, Javen poked his head out of the kitchen and looked at Cassie sleeping downstairs. He smiled and said, “I’m cooking. I’ll be fine in a bit.”

Was Javen cooking?

Cassie’s eyes widened in shock.

Javen was wearing an apron. His face was covered with flour, and he was holding a spatula in his hand. No matter how you looked at it, he looked like a househubby.

“Javen, if you get kidnapped, you blink.” Cassie moved forward and poked Javen’s face.

“I’m not kidnapped, nor did I take the wrong medicine.” Javen glanced at her and pursed his lips tightly. “I’m afraid you haven’t eaten well for a few days, so I made you something to eat.”

Cassie shivered at the mention of eating. “Then you guessed wrong. George forced me to eat every day to make me have an operation earlier. I almost ate all the good things these days. It’s rude to eat anymore.”

“What’s this? Are you not planning to eat?”

“Eat, eat, eat. It’s the first time that Mr. Smith is cooking. Of course, I have to give your respect.”

Cassie sat at the dining table and looked at the table full of food. She widened her eyes again and said, “Javen, I can’t make so much delicious food. How did you do it? There is no need for you to cook by yourself.”

“This is indeed not the first time I’ve cooked.”

Javen glanced at her with a strange look in his eyes.

Cassie’s smile froze at the corner of her mouth. She could almost imagine how Javen learned how to cook for his ex-girlfriend.

“Oh, how did she taste?”

There was something wrong with Cassie’s voice, but Javen did not realize it. He still replied, “He said it was okay, but overeating will kill people.”

He thought of the little white mouse- his assistant and tasted the painful expression on his face when he first cooked. Later, he tried it himself.

Cassie was furious and slammed her chopsticks on the table. “You’re so nice to your ex-girlfriend!”

Javen listened to Cassie suddenly mention his ex-girlfriend and was stunned. “What ex-girlfriend?”

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Javen shook his head. “It’s not for my ex-girlfriend. I just learned how to cook.”

Cassie seemed to realize that she”d misunderstood him. She lowered her head shyly. “In other words, you did it for me?”

“No, it’s for me.”

Javen had a severe expression on his face as he teased Cassie.

“Why?”

Javen looked at Cassie’s face and found nothing wrong with it. He continued, “The egg fried rice you made last time let me know that if we rely on you to eat, we won’t live long.”

Cassie: “…”

I hate!

But even then, Javen did have the natural talent to be a chef.

After eating and drinking, Cassie glanced at Javen. “Go wash the dishes.”

Javen resigned himself to his fate and washed the dishes.

After washing the dishes, Cassie cleaned up and was ready to light up the underground black market before dawn.

Seeing Cassie come to him in person, Ryan Callow was overjoyed. “Cassie, I thought you had forgotten about me. I didn’t expect you to remember me. What can I do for you?”

“I want to ask you something.”

“Tell me, what do you want? As long as I can get it for you, I will give it to you.”

“I want the best grade of snow lotus, ginseng, and Angelica.”

Ryan touched his chin and said, “I know everything you said, and I can get them, but the quality is the best…”

“It’s all right.” Cassie smiled thoughtfully, “It’s good to try your best.”

“By the way, someone is going to auction these herbs tonight. The quality of the herbs he sells has always been good. Shall I introduce them to you?”

Cassie’s eyes lit up. “All right. We can buy the other items from him.”

Ryan nodded and made a phone call. Not long after, a man in black came in.

It was a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his 40s or 50s. He had a steady pace and a tall and sturdy body. One glance was sufficient to tell that this resulted from exercising all year round. However, his face appeared somewhat familiar.

Cassie looked at his face. It was more or less easy to associate him with someone, but she also felt that it was too absurd.

“Hello, what’s your name?”

The man glanced at Javen, and his eyes flickered. “Just call me Gray.”

“Uncle Gray, I want to buy the best snow lotus, ginseng, and Angelica from you. If possible, give me a portion of other medicinal materials that have a good effect of replenishing blood.”

Gray frowned doubtfully. “Are you going to wash blood for someone?”

It was an ancient secret formula. In the past few hundred years, there had only been one person who had managed to do it: Black Brown.

As the name implied, blood cleansing was to clean people’s blood and restore it to its previous appearance. It was washed with a clear snow lotus, hung ginseng, and replenished blood and spirit with Angelica.

However, it was too absurd, and there was only a single successful case up until now. Thus, it was lost a long time ago.

Cassie nods, “You are observant.”

“Okay, since you’re here to cure the disease, I’ll give it to you.”

Cassie did not expect things to go so smoothly. She was very excited. “Thank you, Uncle. How much is it altogether?”

Gray ponders for a while, then says, “I don’t want anything, but I want to inquire about news from you.”

“Please speak.”

“I want to know about the Smith family.”

Hearing the words “the Smith family,” Javen raised his head and looked at him thoughtfully.

“The person next to you should be the Young Master of the Smith family. I have some questions for you.” Gray looked at Javen with bright eyes.

It was just a few questions. Javen nodded in agreement, “Fine, ask away.”

“I want to know if the third young master broke ties with the Smith family because his identity is not a child of the Smith family. Is this true?”

Javen narrowed his eyes and turned around to look at Cassie. The two of them exchanged glances.

“Yes.”

Hearing this, Gray frowned. “Does he think that his parents were killed by the Smith family?”

“Yes.”

Hearing that, Gray clenched her fists tightly. “Last question. Can you bring me to see Juwan Smith?”

Cassie was surprised. “Why?”

A trace of sadness flashed across Gray’s eyes. “Because… I am his biological father.”