As Charlie stepped out of the White family mansion, he could feel the gaze of everyone lingering on him, filled with awe.


    Meanwhile, Jasmine couldn’t help but steal nces at him while driving him home.


    At that moment, Charlie had reverted to the same ordinary person he had always been, no longer projecting the powerful and formidable image he had just moments before.


    Jasmine felt a twinge of suspicion creeping in.


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    Yet now, sitting beside her in the passenger seat, he appeared no different than any other passerby.


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    Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked, “Charlie…did you really summon the thunder and lightning just now?”


    Charlie turned to her with a smile.


    “Why don’t you take a guess? Would you believe me if I said it was just a coincidence?”


    Jasmine’s mind shed back to the image of Charliemanding the thunder and lightning.


    He had stood there with such confidence, summoning the elements, and any woman witnessing that would undoubtedly find him irresistible.


    Her heart raced slightly at the thought, but she quickly shook her head, dismissing it.


    How absurd!


    No physicist, no matter how brilliant, could control lightning!


    If Charlie truly had the power to summon thunder and lightning at will, why was he the underprivileged son-inw of the Wilson family?


    Could it really have just been a coincidence?


    …


    As Charlie reached his home, he could hear his mother-inw, ine, raising her voice from inside.


    “I told you to find a capable husband, but you wouldn’t listen! Look at how impressive Rachel’s son-inw is! He can even afford a four-bedroom ce! Her house is over one hundred eighty square meters! And look at ours—barely one hundred and twenty! Do you know how humiliating that is for me?”


    ine continued her rant, “Others can rely on their son-inw, but the man you married is utterly useless! How can I depend on Charlie? If I have to rely on him, I fear I’ll never live in a nice house!”


    ire, Charlie’s wife, chimed in, her voiceced with dissatisfaction, “Mom, why do you always have to envy what others have? I’ve just been promoted to director! If we save for a few more years, we will definitely be able to buy a bigger house.”


    ine scoffed, “You want me to wait a few more years? By then, I might be dead! Ever since you married Charlie, we’ve never had a single good day! Why are we still living in the same house you grew up in? All of my friends are living better lives than I am!”


    ire responded calmly, “Mom, why do you keep making thoseparisons? Does it make you any happier?”


    “I’m so tired of this!” ine yelled. “I hate feeling inferior to my friends! I can’t stand it!”


    Charlie shook his head, feeling helpless, before he opened the door and stepped inside.


    As soon as ine spotted him, she huffed, “So you’re finally home? Do you know what time it is now? When are you going to start cooking? I’m starving!”


    Charlie smiled and replied, “Okay, Mom. I’ll start cooking right now.”


    He headed straight to the kitchen.


    Charlie knew ine well; she always felt ufortable and envious whenever someone had something shecked.


    If ine found out that Zeke intended to give him a vi, she would undoubtedly rush over, showering him with ttery to win his favor.