Maria remained silent for a while.

"Are you already sleeping, Miss Maria?" Isla asked again. Instead of answering, Maria let out a Loud cough. "Ahem!"

“Miss Maria, are you feeling unwell?"

Isla reached out to pull the blankets, intending to check Maria's temperature.

“We aren't married yet, so... So I suppose he is my boyfriend. Okay, now get out, Isla. I want to sleep!"

“Okay.” Isla turned away and exited the room as quietly as she could. Meanwhile, burrowed under the covers, Maria was wide awake. She wasn't sleepy at all, not in the slightest.

The gate to the Jenkins’ family manor was thrown wide open.

The matriarch stood in the patio, surrounded by the more prominent members of the family and their maids. She wanted to personally welcome their distinguished guest.

Soon, a black Limousine cruised into the driveway and stopped right in front of them.

The car door opened. A burly man in a tailored black suit and sunglasses stepped out of the driver's seat.

The old matriarch's brows furrowed as she peered into the backseat of the car. After making sure that nobody else was in the vehicle, she resigned herself to the fact that their renowned guest was indeed this hulking figure of a man.

She gestured for her maid to help her, and she walked up to the stranger.

“You must be the representative sent by the Sky Group! Mr. Jack Blake, am I right? With all due respect, Mr. Blake, but I'm surprised you don't have a chauffeur to drive you around, given your impressive status."

Jack took a moment to study the elderly lady in front of him before answering in his deep voice.

“I'm afraid that I am the chauffeur. I may have made a name for myself, but my duty has always been to drive the real big boss of the Sky Group around. And I take great pride in my job.”

The matriarch paused, her eyes widening in surprise. What was that?

The Sky Group had become a key figure and one of the most powerful institutions in Broome over the past few years. And yet they sent a mere chauffeur to represent them in this meeting? Were they looking down on the Jenkins family?

The matriarch cast a sharp yet subtle glance at the butler beside her.

Understanding passed over the man’s face, woman's unanswered question in a hushed voice. unfathomable. I believe he is way above Level three."

... and he answered the old “His strength is ...

The matriarch's expression shifted again upon hearing that, this time for the better.

Apparently, this man had much to offer than what met the eye.

His Level of strength would make him a coveted prize among the ancient clans in Broome.

Of course, Mrs. Jenkins was no exception.