Chapter 447: Her Biological Father

Elvis looked up at Jean, who, dressed in black, approached with a cold demeanor. “Where’s Amelia?” Jean asked. Standing in the airport lobby, the two equally tall men instantly commanded attention. Elvis met Jean’s gaze, sparks igniting between them in silent understanding. Slowly, he curled his lips into a slight arc. “Amelia’s gone, and I have the recipe for One Snap.”

Jean gazed at the French window. A plane vanished from the blue sky. He frowned, then turned to the recipe in Elvis’s hand. “Elvis, I heard Damien imprisoned my grandfather and Crystal.” Elvis narrowed his eyes. “Yes.”

Jean offered a sickly, yet malevolent smile. “So, release them. This recipe requires Crystal for the potion. Without her, Olive can’t live.”

Elvis’s eyes widened, two dangerous storms brewing within them. The antidote depended on Crystal. “Elvis,” Jean continued, “do you think my grandfather, who’s plotted for years, would lose easily? You underestimated him.” With that, Jean and his men departed.

In the prison, Mr. Paulo revealed the antidote to Crystal. “Grandpa,” she exclaimed, “you say the antidote is in me?”

“Yes,” Mr. Paulo grinned. “You’re the key to saving Olive’s life.” Crystal remembered her grandfather occasionally pricking her finger, drawing a drop of blood. His cryptic explanation: a gift, the greatest gift. Now she understood: her fate and Olive’s were intertwined; only she could save Olive.

Overwhelmed with relief, Crystal asked, “Grandpa, what should I do?”

“Elvis will come for you,” Mr. Paulo smiled. “With Olive’s life in your hands, you can have anything you want.” Crystal’s joy was boundless. This was a powerful bargaining chip.

Nora, however, frowned. “Dad, Olive’s background is exposed. Damien won’t stand idly by. Alpha is watching, and so is Elvis. We’re essentially confronting the three most powerful figures in Imperial. Isn’t this reckless? We might be killed before achieving anything.”

Crystal felt a chill. Damien could obliterate the Paulo family overnight. They couldn't provoke the Augustines, the economic titans.

Mr. Paulo calmly sat down. “We can’t return to the Paulo house. Damien keeps his word. The Paulo family in Imperial is finished, but we have a better destination.”

“Grandpa, where are we going?” Crystal asked.

Nora observed her father. He was acting strangely, likely connected to someone he’d been in contact with—someone she suspected was a villain.

Mr. Paulo turned to Crystal. “Crystal, do you know who your biological father is?”

Crystal was stunned. She’d only ever wanted to be Damien Robert’s daughter, the daughter of the world’s richest man. A more prestigious identity was unimaginable. An ordinary biological father wouldn't matter to her. She felt she possessed noble blood, and this belief persisted.

Seeing Crystal’s disdain, Mr. Paulo chuckled. “Crystal, your biological father is a very important person. He’s from Greenland.”

Greenland? A powerful neighboring country. “Grandpa, what does he do? Is he in business?”

Mr. Paulo’s eyes shone. “Business? Crystal, you underestimate your father. He’s the King of Greenland, and you… are the Princess of Greenland!”

Crystal gasped, standing up. Her head spun. The King of Greenland? A noble princess? Oh, God!

Nora was equally shocked. She’d never known the identity of the man she’d slept with years ago. To marry Damien and improve her standing, she’d obeyed her father's instructions and slept with a stranger, arranged without even the lights on. She'd been pregnant that night. Her heart had been filled only with Damien; she never questioned, never noticed her partner. She could never imagine it had been the King of Greenland. Why would a king sleep with a simple maid?

Nora's eyes were wide with terror. She realized her father had kept many things from her.

Mr. Paulo, Joyce Brown's chief disciple, knew too many secrets.

“Dad, is Crystal's father really the King of Greenland? We only met once…” Nora began.

Mr. Paulo cut her off. “No, you didn't just meet once. After marrying Damien and becoming Mrs. Robert, you lived alone for many years. Remember that year you drank at the bar and had an all-night affair? That man was the King of Greenland. He cuckolded Damien.”