Kenneth was a man of his word. After promising Melody, he instructed his men, and when she returned home that weekend, a car arrived to collect them. Seeing their unpacked belongings, the driver said, "Just bring your important things. No need to worry about the rest." Kenneth had meticulously arranged everything.

Only then did Jansen Princeton, Melody's older brother, realize his sister was involved with a tall, rich, and handsome man—incredibly wealthy, judging by the car, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Jansen was ecstatic. Their parents' eyes lit up as well.

With nothing of value in their dilapidated home, they didn't bother packing. The Princeton family, overflowing with excitement, impatiently piled into the car, waving the driver off with, "You can drive now! Let's go!"

The driver remained silent, but contempt was evident in his eyes. The family's materialistic demeanor revealed their ignorance and rudeness, their lack of social grace. He doubted they would ever be suitable in-laws for the Harper family. He wondered at Kenneth's infatuation, but dared not show his disdain openly. Urged on by the Princetons, he started to get in the car.

Unexpectedly, Melody stopped him. Politely, she said, "Thank you for driving us." Her family's ignorance didn't blind her to the driver's elevated status.

The driver's expression softened slightly. At least one of them possessed common sense. But before he could speak, Jansen interrupted impatiently, "Melody, he's just a driver. Why be so polite? You're marrying into wealth!"

"The Harper family hasn't agreed, and they're already fantasizing?" the driver thought, his face hardening. "Miss Princeton," he said coldly, "please."

"I'm so sorry," Melody apologized, humbly entering the car.

Inside the luxurious vehicle, Jansen and his parents excitedly discussed their bright future, oblivious to the driver's feelings and disdain. Melody remained silent; she held little status in her family. Her parents favored her brother, and he was ungrateful. She felt exploited.

During the drive, the driver's initial prejudice against Melody softened; his disgust gave way to sympathy.

Half an hour later, the car stopped before a small villa—actually two connected villas, over 2,000 square feet, each with a small garden. Fully furnished and impeccably maintained, it was a stark contrast to their former hovel.

"Wow!" Melody's parents exclaimed, pulling Jansen towards them. "It's beautiful! The furniture is expensive! Jansen, see this? You won't have trouble getting married now!" The three laughed heartily, but Melody remained outside. Politely thanking the butler, she asked the driver, "Where's Kenneth? Why isn't he here?" He'd promised to pick her up Friday.

"Mr. Harper is grounded by his grandfather. His family strongly opposes your relationship," the driver explained.

"Will Kenneth be alright?" Melody asked anxiously.

"Don't worry," the driver replied before departing.

Melody stood there, frowning. Kenneth's grandfather's disapproval posed a significant obstacle. She needed to overcome it. After a moment, she entered the villa.

Jansen immediately grabbed her arm. "Melody, choose a room! You deserve the best!"

Melody sneered inwardly. Just a room. What's the big deal? For eighteen years, she'd felt like an outsider. She questioned if she was truly their daughter. Her beauty contrasted sharply with her parents' plain features, and her ambition with their short-sightedness.

"You go ahead," she said, sitting gloomily on the sofa.

Her parents and Jansen exchanged glances. They'd mistreated her, but now, recognizing her potential to marry into wealth, their attitude shifted.

Concerned, they asked, "Melody, dear, what's wrong?"

Melody inwardly scoffed. Melody? Dear? They'd previously called her worthless. The change was ironic. Maintaining a worried expression, she said softly, "Our expenses will increase."

"Easy," Jansen dismissed. "Ask your boyfriend for money!"

Idiot, Melody thought. She said, "I'd like that, but his family opposes our marriage. And Kenneth has a fiancée from a similar background"

Jansen's anger flared. "Melody, tell us what to do! We'll make a fuss! So what if he's rich? He's with you, he marries you!"

Melody's plan worked. She sighed, "What can we do? If his ex-fiancée hadn't interfered, we'd be fine. Jansen would have a house and car for his wedding."

Their parents and Jansen had the same thought.

"Easy," Jansen said, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Don't worry, Melody. I'll remove the obstacle."

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