It was just a few days ago when Colin had beaten him so severely that even he almost died.

But now, he was saying that he was on the cusp of achieving a higher level?

Level three warrior... What an outlandish claim!

A level three warrior would never settle for being a simple bodyguard, not even for the most powerful family in the world.

Level three martial artists deserved greater honor than that.

In most small and medium-sized clans, those who had achieved level three were usually regarded as distinguished guests, and treated with the utmost respect.

“Is this what they mean when they say... ‘To come back stronger after being broken'?" Betsey asked excitedly.

But Jack was quick to dismiss her with a shake of his head. "You've been reading too many novels. Your fantasies are overlapping into real life! In any case, my breakthrough is all thanks to Miss Jenkins.” Betsey flushed in embarrassment.

Jack was a no-nonsense guy who was never eloquent with his words, but that was one of the reasons why she Liked him.

However, Betsey still couldn't see how Jack's breakthrough had anything to do with the simple and very normal Maria.

“Have you thought about your future, Jack? If you achieve level three, you won't have to work as a bodyguard anymore. You-" Betsey's words were interrupted by a wave of Jack's hand.

“I just told you, didn't I? I owe it all to Miss Jenkins. I need to work even harder to repay her kindness. In fact, what I want is to continue working for Mr. Wilson and Miss Jenkins."

“Hi, Jack."

The glass door to the side of the villa was slid open, and Maria walked out to the courtyard.

Betsey promptly nodded and greeted her with a polite “Hello”.

“Miss Jenkins," Jack said in a warm voice as he stepped forward to meet

Maria.

“What can I do for you? Do you need to use the car?"

His main job was still to protect Anthony and Maria and chauffeur them, after all.

When Betsey heard this, she couldn't help but feel upset on Jack's behalf.

Even the most powerful clans had never employed any level three ancient martial artist as a mere driver.

She wouldn't dare to criticize Maria or Anthony for this, but she did feel sorry for Jack.

Maria smiled and shook her head.

“Not at all. Why don‘t you do a set of punches over there? I'LL watch and check your progress."