We can use this map to secure the Fullers' position. Whoever wants it will have to give us something in return! Why should we just hand it over?" Kayla, ambitious as ever, declared. "Besides, we could seize the opportunity ourselves and claim that fortune!"

In her mind, the Fullers' bankruptcy was inconsequential as long as they obtained the treasure. She was gambling with their lives.

Dexter and Myra exchanged a look. "And what if there's no treasure?" he asked.

Kayla froze. "That's impossible! Dad, didn't you just say the legend must be true if even Stephan is searching for the map?"

"But what if it's fake?" Dexter sighed.

"Dad…" Kayla stamped her foot, frustrated by his persistent challenge.

Myra intervened, "If it's fake, we'll not only fail to obtain the treasure, but we'll also offend Stephan. We can't take that gamble."

Dexter nodded. He believed that when one's abilities couldn't support their ambitions, greed only led to disaster. He already regretted his actions and sought a solution.

Kayla remained unwilling to concede. "But Mom, Dad, risk and reward often go hand in hand! Even if we don't pursue the treasure, we can still benefit!"

"Such as?" Dexter challenged.

Kayla's eyes lit up. "We could sell the map to Stephan's rival! Let them fight, and we reap the rewards!"

Dexter quickly dismissed the idea. "No. Stephan has too many enemies—all lunatics. We can't provoke them."

Myra offered an alternative. "To avoid trouble, we sever all ties. Let's pretend we know nothing and donate the map!"

"Donate it? Where?" Dexter was perplexed.

"There's an auction this Saturday. We'll donate the map, and Stephan will surely bid for it," Myra smiled.

"But then the coordinates will be leaked!" Dexter felt uneasy.

Myra nodded. "Exactly. We redirect attention away from ourselves."

Once revealed, countless people would seek the treasure, leaving Stephan too occupied to retaliate against the Fullers.

Dexter saw the logic but remained uneasy. Would complicating matters backfire? Would Stephan let them off the hook? Despite his concerns, his wife's confidence reassured him, and he remained silent.

The plan was set. Kayla, dissatisfied but unable to argue, reluctantly glanced at the map, a strange glint in her eyes, as her parents ushered her from the room.

Meanwhile, Johanna, lying low since her discharge, remained in her room, smirking at the online uproar. No one suspected her orchestration of the rumors about the Fullers.