If the Hall Family thrived, the Whitewood Family would suffer. "Are you worried about the Hall Family, Father?" Seraphina placed the items on the coffee table and sat on the couch. The mention of the topic caused a flicker of irritation to cross Oberon's face. If it weren't for her, he could have been profiting alongside the Hall Family by now, instead of becoming a laughingstock. Previously, everyone mocked the Hall Family. Now, everyone mocked him, Oberon Whitewood, for his poor judgment. "Yes, I've become the subject of ridicule," he muttered. Seraphina, perceptive as always, detected the underlying reproach in his words. Pretending not to notice, she replied calmly, "For the Hall Family to make a comeback, it must have cost them a hefty price. That plot of land might earn them 300 million, but at least 70–80% of that will go into someone else's pockets. At best, the Hall Family are making scraps for running errands—not worth your concern." Oberon's face lit up. Among all the things he'd heard recently, this was the most pleasing to his ears. He burst into laughter. "You're sharper than most of the people out there." "Not me. I'm just repeating what Mr. Jason said." Hearing that the insight came from Jason, Oberon immediately believed it. If Jason said so, it had to be true. The Hall Family were merely laboring to benefit others. Oberon's irritation vanished, replaced by a gleeful expression. "What brings you here, my dear?" he asked with a much softer tone. "I overheard some news about the Harbor area—it's about to be developed. Acquiring that land could make the Whitewood Family the wealthiest in Pyrin, leaving the Hall Family far behind." "The Harbor area?" Oberon's eyes widened. "Are you certain?" "Almost." Seraphina's tone was firm. Oberon quickly attributed the tip to Jason. How else would his daughter know about such a major opportunity? Only someone with Jason's level of influence could access such exclusive information so early. Unbeknownst to him, Jason, on the other side of the city, had once again been "credited" for something he knew nothing about. Oberon's gloom lifted entirely as his thoughts shifted to the Harbor area. That land was prime real estate—ideal for luxury hotels, theme parks, or high-end villas. "Seraphina, you truly are your father's lucky star," Oberon said, grinning widely. But then his expression clouded as he thought of his less capable son. "If only your brother had your skills, I'd gladly hand over the company to him." A faint gleam flickered in Seraphina's eyes as she smoothly followed up, "Since Father wants to train him, why not let him participate in this project? We've got the upper hand and plenty of room to maneuver. If you guide him through this, it'll be a valuable experience for him to leverage when he joins the company." Oberon laughed heartily, clearly satisfied. "Seraphina, would you like to be part of this as well?" "I'm still young and need to focus on my studies for now." Seraphina placed a cup of coffee on the table and smiled. "Try the coffee I made." He took a sip, his grin widening. "It's good." "Wait a moment," Seraphina said, stepping closer. "There seems to be something on your hair." She plucked a strand from his head and quickly palmed it, her movements swift and inconspicuous. Taking a couple of steps back, she smiled. "I'll leave you to your work." "Yes, go rest. If there's anywhere you want to visit, feel free to have fun." "Alright." Seraphina exited the study and returned to her room. She carefully sealed the strand of hair in a plastic bag. Staring at the two sealed bags before her, a shadow of deep contemplation passed through her eyes.