This person was precisely Javen Smith.
He had been invited here by a friend after work. Not long after he sat down, he saw Cassie and the man walking in.
Javen's eyes were deep. At this time, his good friend noticed his gaze. He looked over and saw that the woman was wearing a black floral skirt, and her wavy hair was casually scattered behind her neck. Her face was cold. Under the light, she looked stunning and mysterious.
Simmon teased, "Oh? Our Young Master has fallen in love?"
"She's really beautiful. Do you want me to get you her contact information? Wait... Is that Cater Johns next to her?"
Javen frowned slightly, and there was a trace of doubt in his tone. "Cater Johns?"
Simmon nodded.
"Yes, it's the vice president of the mysterious Blue Group."
Why was the Blue Group mysterious? It was because it was a powerful and large company, but very few people knew who the chairman of the board was. In recent years, it was Cater Johns who had been handling official business.
"However, Javen, you're much better than Cater. You will definitely be able to capture this beautiful girl."
"You talk too much," Javen said coldly.
He looked down at Cassie again, with a trace of inquiry in his eyes. She had just arrived in San Francisco. How could she know Cater Johns?
"Javen, I am serious. This little fellow is really a playboy. It is really a pity to have such a beautiful woman talk to him..."
Javen, "..."
He remained silent as he picked up the wine on the table and puckered his lips lightly. Meanwhile, Cater had left the bar, and the gazes of many people in the surroundings descended on the beautiful woman, Cassie Garsia. In next to no time, a creepy man held up his wine glass and walked toward her.
"Beauty, let's be friends and have a drink together?"
"I don't need friends."
The creepy man's face froze, and then he said with a smile, "Let's be friends. I'll treat you to a meal today. What do you think?"
"No need."
Looking at Cassie's indifferent expression, the creepy man was probably drunk, and he suddenly said, "Don't be so shameless. You came to the bar in such a coquettish manner to seduce rich people. I have plenty of money. Tell me, how much do you want?"
Upstairs, Javen was observing every move. Simmon said anxiously, "What the f*ck, Javen, hurry up and save her!"
Javen frowned and got up to go downstairs. He helped Cassie not because he was interested in her, but because of the instructions of his father.
Just as the two of them stood up, a dramatic scene happened. The creepy man's hand was about to touch Cassie when his head was smashed with a beer bottle.
There was no sound on the second floor, but Javen knew lip-reading. The woman said word by word, "I don't want your money. Can I take your life?"
She was arrogant and conceited.
At this moment, Cater came back from the bathroom. Knowing his identity, the creepy man apologized and left in a hurry, for fear that Cassie would kill him.
Cassie's mood was affected, and she didn't want to stay any longer. After saying goodbye to Cater, she left the bar.
She called a taxi from her phone and then sat down at the side of the road to wait.
Cassie lit a cigarette and raised her head to look at the sky.
Dad, how are you doing over there?
Just then, a black car stopped in front of her.
Thinking that it was the taxi she called, Cassie put out the cigarette in the trash can. Then she opened the door and was about to get in the car, only to see a man in a black suit sitting in the back seat.
She was not sharing a taxi with anyone.
"Sorry... I got in the wrong car. What are you doing here?"
Only then did Cassie notice that the man in the car was Javen Smith. He said in a mellow voice, "Get in the car."
After a pause, Cassie sat down next to him. For some reason, when she encountered Javen here, she felt a bit guilty. No, what was she guilty about?
"What a coincidence. I was just with my friend. Are you here too with friends?"
Javen nodded slightly.
Cassie turned her head and looked out of the window. Javen was also in this bar? Did he see her earlier or did he just see her by chance?