A faint light from the small training camp office window cast a dim glow on Reinhart’s cold face.His hand moved slowly, pressing a number he knew by heart. The dial tone rang only three times before being answered.

  “Reinhart?”

  Reinhart didn’t respond to Cassandra’s greeting. Without any pleasantries, he spoke directly.

  “I’m taking two pyers to Engnd.”

  Silence lingered in the air for a moment before Cassandra’s voice returned.“Two… from AS Saint-étienne?”

  “More precisely, academy pyers.”

  Reinhart’s tone remained ft. No emphasis, no excessive expnations. Just a crity as sharp as a freshly honed bde.

  “Who are they?” Cassandra finally asked. Though she sounded calm, Reinhart knew—she was holding back. Cassandra was not the type to show anxiety, especially when it came to the club’s weaknesses.

  “They’re young. But one will become a legend. And the other… might be a revolution.”Reinhart took a breath, then added:“Free. No transfer fee.”

  Cassandra went quiet. Reinhart could almost picture her expression—a mix of relief and shame. Of course, she knew that Bradford was in crisis. Not just with pyers, but with trust.

  And for some reason, Cassandra knew: this cold man wouldn’t offer anything unless he was absolutely certain.

  At st, Cassandra’s voice came back, calm—almost like she was ughing at herself.“…Alright. Send me their data tonight. I’ll prepare the paperwork.”“Fine. I’ll come to Engnd before the league starts.”

  Reinhart ended the call without a goodbye.This wasn’t a time for polite conversations.

  élie Duvant’s NegotiationThe administration room felt stifling. Reinhart sat back in his chair, facing élie Duvant and his parents.

  “I’m taking your son to Bradford City. He’ll be part of our system and train directly under my supervision.”

  élie’s father folded his arms, his gaze sharp.“He’s a hard kid to control. Even the coaches here nearly gave up. Are you sure?”

  Reinhart looked straight at Duvant. His gaze was cold, piercing—but not judgmental.“He’s not hard to control. He just hasn’t been given the right pce.”

  élie smirked slightly.“And Bradford will give me that pce?”

  “If you’re ready to die on the field. Then yes.”

  Duvant’s smile widened—like he’d finally found the challenge he’d been waiting for.He didn’t say a word, but Reinhart knew his answer.

  élie’s mother, who had been silent all this time, looked at Reinhart.“Why did you choose him?”

  Reinhart didn’t look away.“Because I know what it feels like to be discarded. And what it means to bet on the unseen.”

  Still unconvinced, Duvant’s father pressed on:“Isn’t Bradford in the lower tiers of English football? Are you sure he’ll succeed? Wouldn’t it be better if he stayed here? This club is already in Ligue 1.”

  A faint smirk pyed on Reinhart’s lips—he had expected that.“True, this club is in a higher position. But we’re offering a professional sary, benefits, and guaranteed pytime while protecting Duvant from injuries.”

  élie’s face lit up—he clearly liked the mention of a professional contract and consistent minutes in a real league.He slowly reached out, taking his parents’ hands—signaling his intent to go.

  Duvant’s father nodded slowly.“Can you truly stand by your words?”“Absolutely.”

  And somehow, that indifferent look in Reinhart’s eyes didn’t inspire doubt—it inspired certainty.After a long stare, both parents finally agreed.

  “You have our permission. Please take care of our son.”

  There was a warmth in their sincerity that unexpectedly touched Reinhart. Without realizing it, he smiled.Not a smirk, but a real smile—beautiful, refined, and elegant.All three people in front of him seemed caught off guard by the sight.

  After élie signed a five-year contract with a weekly wage of ￡2,000, Reinhart moved on to his next destination.

  One done.Now, the hardest one remains—facing a genius forgotten by the world.