When the helicopter door slid open, the assembled crowd immediately launched into a rehearsed cheer, their voices merging into one.

"Congratulations on your triumphant exam result! The Jenkins family takes pride in your achievement!"

Emerging from within the helicopter, Maria glanced around at the exuberant throng with a hint of astonishment etched on her face.

This was unexpected.

What a ceremonious welcome!

What could've prompted them to do this?

“Reuben, is all this grandeur, this red carpet, intended for me?"

From a short distance away, at the main gates of the Jenkins estate, a luxurious car made its appearance.

The vehicle elegantly rode onto the red carpet, deliberately reducing its speed, reminiscent of a glamorous celebrity making an entrance.

This measured "entrance" seemed orchestrated to grant onlookers ample time for their cheers and applause.

“Undoubtedly, it's for you, Barbara," Reuben remarked respectfully as he steered the vehicle with finesse.

“I relayed the news of your success in the exam, prompting Mrs. Jenkins to organize this welcome. Starting today, your standing within the Jenkins family will be utterly transformed!"

A smile, brimming with contentment, played on Barbara's lips.

Indeed! A transformation, in every sense!

Later on, she could emphasize the details of the testing process and her stellar results.

While she had been provided a mentor by the association, Maria lacked such a privilege. The distinction between them was evident to anyone with discernment.

Did it really matter that Maria had the Jenkins surname?

Did her more distant relation to the Jenkins lineage diminish her significance?

Just as it had been for the past two decades, the Jenkins family would continue to channel their resources and support toward her.

“Oh?" But then, as the car advanced deeper into the estate, Barbara's gaze settled on a gathering and a helicopter in the distance.

A shower of flowers, enthusiastic applause, and a grand feast were all expected.

Why would they hire a helicopter?

Would there be some sort of spectacle?

This idea lifted Barbara's spirits further. She mentally noted to commend and reward the individual responsible for orchestrating such a delightful surprise.