Chapter 1391

With gritted teeth and hot breaths, Andrew repositioned Aspen and continued his relentless assault.

Aspen’s face flushed with panic, her lips parting to beg for mercy. Yet, before a word escaped, her snow-white neck arched sharply as she gasped.

A storm raged over her – inescapable, overwhelming.

The night became a cycle of sweet torment. Once, twice – she lost count of how many times she teetered on the edge of consciousness, certain Andrew would be the death of her.

Of course, this kind of “death” did not frighten her – it thrilled her.

By the end, Aspen clung to Andrew desperately, their sweat-slicked bodies fused together atop the drenched sheets.

Meanwhile, Rafael and Mosby also had a busy night at a luxury villa on Blumedale’s outskirts. Two of Gabo Creek’s most popular starlets lay sprawled unconscious on the large bed that was now stained crimson.

Rafael gestured for his secretary to pour two glasses of wine. Lighting a cigar, he smirked at Mosby and said, “Drink. You’ll need it after that performance. Damn, I’m all bloody down there!”

Mosby’s earlier defeat had vanished from his expression. He raised his glass with a smirk, clinking it against Rafael’s. “Your spot never disappoints, Mr. Driscoll. Even a man who just lost his whole family could find paradise here.”

“Though… maybe ease up on the performance enhancers? It’s not good for your health.”

Rafael waved him off. “Please. My medical team is the best money can buy. I’m actually taking the famous Titan Essence Pill; I could go another 300 rounds right now.”

Mosby laughed. “Impressive as always, Mr. Driscoll! If you go for another round, those starlets will need ambulances.”

Rafael shrugged. “They want fame? My resources don’t come cheap. Pretty faces mean pretty suffering.”

Suddenly, Mosby’s mood darkened. “But all this pleasure can’t erase that bastard, Andrew. If he isn’t removed, he’ll keep overshadowing me in Blumedale until I’m nothing.”

Rafael let out a cold, chilling smile. “Don’t worry. The Grand Viper has already made his move. The remaining pieces of the map will soon be in our hands.”

Mosby clenched his jaw. “I don’t just want the map. I want Andrew dead.”

Rafael shook his head. “Killing him isn’t the hard part. But right now, our top priority is completing the map and finding the treasure. Word about this relic is spreading fast. If we don’t move quickly, and the Phelans – or any other ambitious families – decide to interfere, we’ll have a real problem on our hands.”

Mosby nodded in agreement. “You’re right, Mr. Driscoll. We need to secure all the remaining fragments first. Once this lost treasure from the Crimson Dynasty is in our possession… whether it’s you or me, either of us could rise straight into the upper echelon."

A flicker of pure ambition lit up Rafael’s eyes. “I may have the Driscoll name, and yeah – I’ve got enough wealth and influence to shake the world. But the Driscoll family belongs to my older brother, not me. I’m still the seventh son. If I want to be the one calling the shots, I’ve got to carve out my own empire.”

Mosby suddenly chuckled. “Mr. Driscoll, the Grand Viper is ranked third on the Underworld Index. That makes him a certified martial king – he could shatter boulders and split the earth with a single blow. So, what if, while retrieving the map for you, he just so happens to kill Andrew in the process?”

Rafael scoffed. “If that happens, it’ll just prove one thing – Andrew’s luck finally ran out. From the moment that little bastard dared to disrespect me, his death was already written in stone.”

Chapter 1392