Anthony was silent, his face devoid of any emotion.

Mrs. Jenkins studied him for a moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going on in his mind. But Anthony remained stoic.

She took it that he accepted the flattery she laid at his feet.

She felt relieved, thinking that her praises had assuaged his earlier ire.

“You are young, attractive, and of impeccable background. I believe you are a rare and promising talent in martial arts. That being said, I advise you to reconsider the matter of your marriage. You certainly deserve a much better one. It would sadden me to see you settle for anyone less," Mrs. Jenkins continued.

Behind her, Barbara felt her heart quicken its pace again.

She swallowed nervously. She wholeheartedly agreed with her grandmother. But she didn't have a clue about her grandma's intentions of saying those words now. Barbara wondered if Mrs. Jenkins was planning to set her up with Anthony.

Still, Anthony said nothing. A faint smile flitted across his face, but it was gone in the next second.

Although Mrs. Jenkins managed to catch it, she had no idea what the smile meant.

Was he pleased?

Or was it his display of the irony?

Mrs. Jenkins held that the first one seemed to be the case.

A few years ago, the ancient martial arts world opened its gates to wealthy outsiders from prominent families with only one designated quota.

Naturally, many families vied for the spot, including the Pattison family and Smith family in Broome, together with the Wilson family in Sheffield. The competition was fierce and ruthless.

But due to certain circumstances Later on, it remained available after all these years.

And since the Wilson family intended to join the world of ancient martial arts before, it stood to reason that Anthony would be pleased by her pandering. She was, after all, the head of an ancient martial arts family. Her words alone held great weight that could make or break aman in their field.

Mrs. Jenkins decided to go in for the kill. "To be frank with you, Maria comes from a humble family. She is an orphan who was raised in the countryside. She never obtained one degree and received no formal education to speak of. She used to make a living in a store. Then she wrote some drivel that only appealed to the ignorant. Later, she went on to the field of entertainment. I must say, she has ambition and no qualms about losing her dignity to achieve her goals.”

Mrs. Jenkins paused to heave a long sigh before speaking some more.

“Maria is my granddaughter, and sometimes, I worry that I have not done enough for her. But the fact remains that she is a good-for-nothing bum. She is not right for you, and will only drag you down. I advise you to break up with her, for your own good."

After a few seconds, her look of concern turned into an earnest one.

“Why don't you let me set you up with someone else? I know a girl suitable for you." Mrs. Jenkins gave him a pointed look.

“Enough,” Anthony said in a voice that brooked no argument.

“I've heard enough."

To be honest, he was quite amused by the show he had just witnessed. He cast a scornful look at Mrs. Jenkins.