Charlie continued, “You tell them for me, the money they can take first, but if we don’t give them the truth within three years, they can always tell the world about it!”

“Okay!” Cherie agreed without thinking and said, “Mr. Wade, don’t worry, I will definitely talk to all the victim’s families!”

“Good.” Charlie nodded, looked at Michaela and Flint Yeager and said “I’ll leave the rest to you all, I’ll go back to my box first.”

He arched his hand to the two of them and turned around to walk back.

When he returned to the box, outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Stefanie’s performance was still going on and on the sofa beside him, Claire was also sound asleep.

Charlie did not rush to wake her up, but gently helped her up and let her lean on his shoulder then sat motionless on the sofa, watching Stefanie on the stage while using his aura to sense the situation in the next room.

At this time, the Evans Family’s emotions had reached a low point. Every one of them was very sad and frustrated. The most devastated was Charlie’s third uncle, Martel. He couldn’t understand how his wife, who was married to him, could become a member of the assailants. His worldview on affection and love had mostly collapsed at this moment. His daughter, on the other hand, was still immersed in the emotions of her mother’s death and could not extricate herself from the situation.