Meanwhile, at the Wright Estate in Blumedale, every major power in the treasure hunt had already arrived.

Rafael said, “Where the hell is that Andrew? How much longer are we supposed to wait? I say once the treasure’s location is confirmed, we all drop the formalities and take that punk out first.”

Mosby agreed, “I second that—1000 times over. That bastard deserves to be torn apart piece by piece. Ever since he showed up in Blumedale, he’s been throwing wrenches into everything we do. And now? He’s playing all sides like a damn pro. We can’t let him live—not a chance.”

Before Andrew had even arrived, the entire meeting hall at the Wright estate was already in an uproar.

At the head of the room, Kevin remained calm and all smiles, unaffected by the rising tension. He had already received word from Tora that Andrew was on his way, and from the look of it, he had not brought many people with him. That would make things so much easier to control.

Whether Andrew lived or died would depend solely on Kevin’s mood.

Across the room, Kevin’s eyes briefly met Rafael’s. Rafael was brooding in the corner, his expression as dark as ever.

Kevin found it hard not to chuckle. After all, Rafael was a real menace in his own right, but Andrew had almost taken him out once. Thanks to the treasure map, Rafael was once again being played like a fool by that same man.

Kevin had never seen someone from the Driscoll family so thoroughly humiliated.

Quinton, who had already been crippled, was nowhere to be seen.

Standing beside Kevin were his third son, Ernie Wright, and the family’s rising star, Yara.

As her gaze shifted toward the entrance, Yara clenched her delicate fists. She could already sense that Kevin was planning to make his move against Andrew. However, there was no hesitation in her heart.

She had already made her choice to stand firmly on Andrew’s side. She had not forgotten that it was Andrew who gave her everything she had now. He was the one who helped her rise up and stand tall within the Wright family.

Suddenly, a Wright enforcer entered the hall and reported, “Mr. Wright Senior, Captain Tora and Mr. Lloyd have arrived!”

Kevin’s eyes lit up as he looked toward the entrance. A broad smile spread across his face. He said cheerfully, “Andy, you sure kept us waiting.”

The rest of the room fell silent instantly, each person turning with sharp, cold gazes toward the arriving guest.

Andrew walked in boldly, unfazed by the atmosphere or the murderous glares aimed at him. He strolled right into the hall and dropped into an empty chair.

“You’re not waiting on me. You’re waiting on the piece of the map I have, aren’t you?”

Tiana sat gracefully beside him, icy and striking as ever.

Outside the room, Natasha and Jerry remained waiting by the car.

Rafael was the first to speak, clearly irritated. “Andrew, it’s one thing for you to show up, but did you really have to bring extra people?”

Andrew answered casually, “You all brought your own muscle for backup, but I’m not allowed to bring anyone?”

Rafael scoffed. “Sure, you can bring whoever you like—but bringing her? What for? Is she keeping you entertained on the ride? A little stress relief, in and out along the way?”

The crass comment made the martial artists behind him burst into shameless laughter, all wearing the same filthy grin.

Tiana shot Rafael a cold, razor-sharp look. “Mr. Driscoll, the Rhodes family may be a smaller one, but if you want a lesson in combat, I would be happy to oblige.”

Rafael sneered. “Forget it. I don’t waste time on feisty widows. And besides, my nephew, Joe, has got a thing for Lauren—love at first sight, apparently. But you? You’re out here clinging to Andrew like a stray dog.

“If Joe finds out, I don’t think the Rhodes family—or you—will be in a very good place.”

Tiana’s expression did not flinch. “If that’s what you really believe then by all means—go tell Joe.”