John settled into the sofa, while Jasminette prepared the freshest fruits and placed them beside him.
She also brewed a pot of tea.
Jasminette's skills were indeed adept; her tea-making was a pleasing spectacle.
John quietly watched her, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Someone as outstanding as you surely isn't content with merely being a maid here. And I suspect your true abilities extend beyond just being silver-tier."
He had expected this comment might make Jasminette show some unease or other reaction, but surprisingly, she maintained her smile throughout.
It seemed as if nothing he could say would alter the expression on her face.
John had already noticed that Jasminette was no ordinary maid.
If she were just silver-tier, then how could she have moved so silently to the arena, and why had he never noticed her before?
This only proved that this woman was far from as simple as she appeared.
