“I’ll get to that.”

Zoe Garcia showed a warm smile before bringing a golden box from under the table and pushing it toward Harvey York.

Her jacket slipped away from her, revealing her tender-looking shoulders while pushing the box.

Then, she leaned over, as if she did not realize anything that was happening.

“Sir York, India’s royal family wishes you to join our ranks!” said Zoe in a soft tone.

“The royal family will make you a Brahmin if you do!

“The future generations of your family will