“It depends on how you will interpret my words,” Charlie answered, his tone authoritative as he matched the intensity of Oliver’s gaze. “But to be honest, I am.”Seraphine was silently listening, and even though there was no context, he had an idea what Charlie wanted to say.“You’re not saying that my daughter had something to do with Samuel, are you?” Seraphine asked, yet her tone sounded like a warning. “She’s just a child.”“I know, and that’s what makes it more intriguing for me,” Charlie answered, massaging his forehead.His gaze flicked again to Anastasia, who was trembling now in her mother’s arms.Although Charlie didn’t do anything, he knew why Anastasia was afraid. What happened to her earlier isn’t ordinary, after all.“You knew it, Oliver. You heard the alarm. He was gone for days, and now he’s awake the moment she touches him,” added Charlie in a serious tone.Oliver’s brows furrowed, his gaze moving immediately to Anastasia, trying to internalize Charlie’s words or make

“Are you sure?” Reynald asked, the disbelief evident in his voice. “Oliver’s daughter… has yellow energy?”“Yes, Sir. I saw it.” Using his index and ring fingers, Charlie pointed at his eyes. “I was also in the room when it happened. That energy was stronger than what Card Elite has.”Reynald remained silent as he pondered carefully.He leaned back in his chair, his fingers caressing under his chin.Slowly, the corner of his lips curved as a realization hit him. Not because he was amused, but because he had already confirmed something he had been thinking for days.“Now I know how Oliver defeated Jack in their fight, even though the Card Elite members had unusual strengths and abilities because of the chemical,” he muttered.“His strength, instincts, abilities, combined with his power… it was all natural. Pure,” Reynald added, his expression hardening. “Jack might have realized it before his fall, too.”Charlie’s brows furrowed, not understanding anything.“Pardon, Sir?” he asked, but