"Yes, sir. I encountered it during one of my examinations of her."

Jimena elaborated, "The design struck me as exceptionally beautiful, prompting me to take a photograph with the intention of recreating it for her at a later time. However, upon noticing she was embroidering the identical pattern, my curiosity piqued, leading me to make a passing remark. It was then that she instructed me to deliver her embroidery to the new bride."

"Why did you choose not to deliver it?" Davey appeared puzzled. "You mentioned her threats previously, so what made this instance different?"

“Because I couldn't betray your trust..." As she uttered these words, Jimena stole a glance at Davey, noting his unaltered demeanor, which reassured her.

She continued earnestly, "You've always shown kindness to me. I understand the value of reciprocating goodwill. While I may lack the means to defy her openly, I made a clandestine decision not to comply."

With a pleading gaze, Jimena emphasized, "Sir, my loyalty to you is unwavering, regardless of the circumstances."

This statement appeared to be less about genuine allegiance and more about employing a tactical enticement, a cautious exploration.

Despite being in his forties, Davey's consistent exercise routine lent him the appearance of someone at least ten years younger.

Even his countenance exuded the captivating allure typically associated with a man in his thirties. In every aspect, he defied the expectations of someone in their forties.

Truly affluent individuals eschewed cosmetic enhancements. Their youthfulness endured and lingered far beyond the reach of ordinary people. This state of confidence was nurtured through a disciplined lifestyle.

From Jimena's initial apprehension upon encountering Davey, to later discovering his unwavering commitment to one woman, a flutter stirred within her heart.

Jimena envied Davey's unwavering adoration for Casey, feeling that Casey might not fully grasp her good fortune. Casey hesitated to embrace a man of such excellence who loved her and contemplated the idea of fleeing instead.

To Jimena, how could there possibly be another man as remarkable as Davey, who loved a woman with such profound devotion? Wasn't it the most fortunate thing in the world to be loved by a man like him? Yet inexplicably, Casey felt the urge to flee, seemingly not appreciating it at all...

Jimena's envy and jealousy remained confined within her heart. Yet, these concealed emotions were steadily swelling, growing with each passing day. To her, a man like Davey was undeniably irresistible. In his demeanor, appearance, strength, and skills, he stood as an elite among elites, a rare talent that was exceedingly difficult to come by.

Jimena's frequent visits to Davey's manor in recent months had served to intensify her fantasies. If only she could become the mistress of this splendid mansion, or even just stand by Davey's side, she would gladly do so.

In the affluent circles of Aurora, it was common for individuals to have multiple wives and concubines, yet Davey remained devoted to only one - Casey.

At times, Jimena would indulge in fantasies of Davey showing an interest in her.

But when love blinded a woman, reason often faltered. And now, Jimena entertained the thought of seducing Davey. Unaware of the impending danger, she persisted in pushing herself closer to the edge of a cliff, risking her life and limb.

Davey paid little attention to her advances. After all, each of his subordinates behaved similarly and none would dare to betray him.

"What benefits did she offer you?" Davey inquired.