Charlie turned to Hank once more, smiling as he asked, “I couldn’t help but notice your patriarchal stance just now, mocking others for not having sons. It seems your son is your entire world, isn’t it?”


    Hank, sensing the underlying threat in Charlie’s words, replied nervously, “What do you intend to do? I warn you, if you dare to harm my son, I won’t hold back!”


    With a calm demeanor, Charlie responded, “Hurt your son? No, I’m only interested in hurting your grandson.”


    Confused, Hank asked, “Grandson? I don’t have a grandson…what are you talking about?”


    Charlie inquired, “By the way, are you familiar with Keh Wilson, the chairman of Eastcliff Group?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Hank furrowed his brow and replied suspiciously, “Yes, what’s it to you?”


    Charlie continued, “Keh has recently developed a hidden illness. Are you aware?”


    Shaking his head, Hank responded, “Stop beating around the bush and just tell me what you know!”


    Charlie grinned and exined, “Keh’s condition means he can’t perform, but he can still have children through artificial insemination.”


    Everyone around was left puzzled.<fn1790> This text is hosted at FιndNovel</fn1790>


    What was Charlie getting at?


    Charlie then added, “However, your son isn’t so fortunate. From this moment on, he will be infertile.”


    As he spoke, a surge of energy coursed into Trevor’s body.


    In dealing with Keh, Charlie had used his energy to seal his pleasure responses but had left his fertility intact, allowing Keh the option to have children. However, for Trevor, who was still young and hoping to carry on the family name, fertility was crucial.


    Angry, Trevor eximed, “You think just because you say I’m infertile, I actually am? Is that how it works?”


    Charlie chuckled, “Well, I did just say it, didn’t I? I said if you’re infertile, then you are. Go ahead and see for yourself if you don’t believe me.”


    The crowd exchanged uneasy nces.


    They feared Charlie’s power, leaving them reluctant to challenge him, yet they couldn’t help but feel that hisments crossed a line.


    Was it appropriate for someone in his position to curse another’s fertility?


    Hank clenched his teeth and asked, “Fine, you’ve had your say. Are you happy now? Can we leave?”


    “Not just yet,” Charlie replied, waving at Carl’s son, Daniel. “Come here, kid.”


    Daniel, startled, took a step back, “What do you want?”


    Charlie said, “I’m nning to give you a ligation too.”


    Daniel’s face paled as he quickly retreated behind his father, too frightened to speak up or move closer.


    Shaking his head in amusement, Charlie remarked, “Look at you! Thankfully, I’m being generous. A simple cloud ligation will suffice.”


    With that, another wave of energy flowed out from him.


    Then, a thought struck Charlie, and he eximed, “Oh, I almost forgot! You two old-timers shouldn’t be too old yet; you must still have some fertility left, right?”


    Hank and Carl were nearly incensed.


    Old-timers? They were in their forties, not yet fifty, fit, wealthy, and in great shape—hardly ancient!


    Yet, they couldn’t quite grasp Charlie’s intentions.


    With a snap of his fingers, Charlie announced, “Alright, you two can leave. I’ll be in Eastcliff for the next couple of days. If you wish to seek revenge, feel free to find me. However, if you have matters to discuss, you’ll need to kneel at Uncle Orrin’s vi. If you’re sincere, I might just consider it.”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>