Chapter 1233
Andrew did not expect Quinton to know about the treasure.
There was no doubt what Quinton was after had to be the same treasure that Ronan’s family had been guarding for generations. And now that Quinton had his sights set on the Rhodes family, it could only mean one thing: he was targeting the fragmented treasure map in their possession.
Clearly, it was time to give Tiana and Jameson a heads-up.
As Andrew thought it through, he suddenly called out, “Ms. Wright, wait a second!”
Yara stopped and turned back around. “Mr. Lloyd, is there something else?”
Andrew pointed at the stack in her hand and gave a sly smile. “Nothing big—just figured you should leave a token of your sincerity behind.”
The relaxed look on Yara’s face instantly vanished, replaced with one of irritation. She silently cursed at him for being a pervert.
With a loud smack, she dropped a few risque photos onto the table for him.
That was the foundation of their partnership—Andrew needed leverage over her to feel secure working together.
Aspen scoffed, “Happy now? Take those home and jerk off to them every night.”
Andrew shook his head and replied seriously, “No need for that. If I wanted action, I’d go for the real thing. Why would I use my hand when I’ve got a sexy secretary sleeping just one room over?”
That did it. Aspen had taken enough—now she was downright furious. “Andrew, you are disgusting!”
As Yara left the Supreme Capital Group building, her eyes turned icy cold. “Quinton, you pushed me into this. You deserve to die. I might be unable to take you down, but Andrew definitely can.”
She pulled back her sleeve, revealing pale skin lined with red welts. All of them were marks from her darling brother, Quinton—proof of the abuse she had endured.
He had not just hurt her physically—he tried to own her. Nonetheless, Yara fought back with everything she had, narrowly escaping his control.
That was why she would rather sacrifice everything, even give those explicit photos to Andrew, just to bring Quinton down.
In the Wright family, Yara’s existence had always been seen as shameful.
Her mother had been nothing but a mistress, and Yara herself was nothing more than a bastard in the eyes of the family.
From a luxury car parked on the curb, Christina stepped out with a cold glare. “Yara, what did Andrew say? Quinton made it clear—your job is to crush the Supreme Capital Group.”
Hearing Christina’s words, she just laughed. “Christina, didn’t you use to have a thing with Andrew? So why does it feel like you’re wishing him dead now?”
Christina’s tone turned frosty. “I gave him a chance. He didn’t appreciate it. Instead, he let that bitch Aspen humiliate me. So now he can’t blame me for fighting back.”
Yara stared at her flatly. “You’re cold, that’s for sure. No—let’s be real. You’re a bitch. A spiteful, ungrateful, arrogant little bitch walking straight to her own grave.”
Christina froze. “Yara, what are you talking about?”
Yara sneered. “I said you’re an ungrateful, suicidal bitch. A guy like Andrew is rare. You had him in your hands, and you blew it. Not only are you not sorry, but you want revenge and fight him?”
Yara landed two sharp slaps across Christina’s face, then said with contempt, “I really don’t get it. What makes a fake-ass girl like you think you can compete with Andrew?
“You thought you could get Quinton to back you up? Thought I’d help you settle the score? Please. You’re not even on Andrew’s level. Hell, you don’t even compare to that Aspen girl. If Andrew and Aspen humiliated you, you deserved it.”
Christina stood there, stunned, holding her burning cheek. She stared at Yara in disbelief. “Y–You actually dared to go against Quinton’s orders? You’re siding with Andrew? Are you insane?”