After spending a few days at the Myers Manor and getting to know everyone, Calliope felt a genuine warmth towards these people and was more than happy to hang out with them.


    What intrigued her the most was Damien''s impressive skills; she had a thing for people who could handle themselves well. She was nning to find a chance to spar with Damien.


    "Ma''am, this food is amazing, thank you!"


    "We''re so lucky, you packed us so many delicious goodies!"


    "No doubt about it, you''re the best!"


    "A beautiful heart and soul, that''s only you, Mrs. Myers!"


    "Ma''am, we''ll be loyal to you to the end!"


    A good meal had already won over Damien and his crew.


    Initially, when Calliope first arrived, the group thought maybe she wasn''t a match for Mr. Myers.


    But after a few days, they realized Calliope was actually quite nice, and Mr. Myers seemed to care a great


    deal about her. He had emphasized multiple times that they should treat her with the same respect they gave him, if not more so.


    Mr. Myers had never treated anyone this well before. Moreover, he mentioned that Calliope had once saved his life.


    Saving Mr. Myers'' life meant she had to be respected. After all, Mr. Myers had saved their lives countless times.


    "Don''t be so formal, I''m d you didn''t reject it," Calliope said casually. "By the way, I hear some of you are quite skilled. Could we spar sometime, you know, learn from each other?"


    Her suggestion left everyone dumbfounded. They paused mid-bite, eyes fixed on Calliope.


    What did she say? To spar, learn from each other?


    "Ma''am, it''s not that we don''t want to, but you should know, we''re not exactly gentle when ites to sparring."


    "Yeah, we might identally hurt you."


    "If you want to learn some basic self-defense moves, we can teach you, but sparring might not be a good idea."


    These men were Ss''s most loyal and highly skilled team. They were adept with all kinds of weapons, sharpshooters, and experts in hand-to-handbat.


    It wasn''t that they underestimated Calliope. It was just instinctive to think of her as a delicate woman, not a match for them.


    Their fights were intense, often life-or-death, and it would be easy to lose control and identally hurt her. So they just smiled and shook their heads at her suggestion.


    Calliope smiled back, not pressing the issue.


    "What are you all chatting about?"


    Ss entered, noticing the group finishing up their meal and tidying up. Calliope was sitting on the sofa, watching them clean up.


    "Mr. Myers!"


    The moment Ss walked in, everyone instinctively paused and stood up straight, eyes on him. A ripple of tension moved through the room.


    "Please don''t me Mrs. Myers. She just packed us some leftovers!"


    "We were the ones who asked her to sit and take a break!"


    The bodyguards hurried to defend Calliope, worried that Ss might get upset with her mingling with them.


    "You''ve already started looking out for her?" Ss''s voice was unreadable, and his face showed no emotion.


    Everyone swallowed nervously, unsure of how he''d react.