Yet, the report held no significance now. Mrs. Jenkins had effortlessly turned the tide with a few choice words, though her face betrayed no hint of satisfaction.

She had no desire to revel in victory at this moment. After all, she had been at the helm of the Jenkins family for two decades and the audacity of any member to challenge her decisions continued to vex her.

"Canaan," Mrs. Jenkins called, her tone colder than before. "Yes," Canaan hastily responded.

“Would it satisfy you all if you were to propose my dismissal on behalf of the board of elders?"

Hearing Mrs. Jenkins' suggestion, Canaan, who had been about to rise, immediately fell to his knees once more.

“Madam, I beg for forgiveness. I now realize my grave error! You are the wife of the Late master. It was he who left a letter instructing us to support you before his passing! Two decades ago, the Jenkins family faced a tremendous upheaval. And it was you, Mrs. Jenkins, who emerged as the savior of our family's enterprise. You are the benefactor who has graced the entirety of the Jenkins family! No matter how flawed and remorseless I may be, I would never dare to propose your dismissal...

® Indeed, Mrs. Jenkins had been privy to such words on humerous occasions.

Yet, each time they reached her ears, an indescribable sense of gratification bloomed deep within her heart.

Gradually, the frigid glint in her eyes dissipated, replaced by a soft sigh of acquiescence.

“Canaan, we are gathered here for a meeting, where we discuss family matters. Why do you persistently kneel?" Mrs. Jenkins questioned, her tone laced with a hint of ridicule.

“Now, will any of you help Canaan up? We shall continue our discourse on the competition.”

The List of candidates in the Jenkins family's competition was formally announced after Less than twenty-four hours.

Barbara's name was still first on the list. Doris posted the List on the family square, attracting the attention of a group of young members of the Jenkins family.

They were all perplexed when they noticed Barbara's name at the top of the list.

“B... Barbara Herrera?" Someone asked, “Isn't her surname Herrera? How can she participate in our family's competition?"

"She is Mrs. Jenkins' granddaughter. Of course, she has a special treatment." Some of them were feeling down but could only murmur enviously.

Vivian pursed her lips and stared at Barbara's name on the list in disbelief.

“How is this possible? They show her favor and assist her in joining the competition via the back door. It's unfair!"

Vivian was longing for the family's competition after she had learned about it.

What struck her the most was that, following a swift and effective investigation, she discovered that she was the most outstanding among the qualified people.

She had the talent in the fifth grade that made a pill alchemist. Undoubtedly, she would be separated into the literary competition and compete against those healers and weapon developers.

Despite herself having a relatively short period of cultivation, Vivian found the Jenkins family lacked exceptional healers and weapon developers in its younger generation right now.

At first, she was dismayed that the Jenkins family's young generation was so worthless, and believed that the Jenkins family's reputation had fallen short of reality.

But a competition was about to kick off. Weaker opponents would mean greater advantages to Vivian.