The Smith villa was in the suburbs. It was a three-story building, and each floor was about 100 square meters.
Yvonne sat in the living room and clenched her fists tightly as she watched the nanny unpacking her luggage.
She looked at the low floor and then at the living room, which was at the end of the hall. She felt a violent rage roaring in her heart.
She stood up suddenly and said to Lucy, who had come over to help her unpack her luggage, "This place is too small! Get Joel to move me somewhere else!"
Lucy did not even look at her and continued ordering the others to send her clothes upstairs. "Miss Yvonne, I think you should stop acting. Do you really think you're here for a vacation?"
Yvonne sneered, "Even if it's not a vacation, I'm still the eldest daughter of the Smiths! Joel won't let you suppress me, right?"
