Back at Serenity Villa, Andrew asked Tiana and Jameson to have a seat and enjoy some tea first. He needed to focus on resolving the effects of the Enthralling Essence burning through Aspen's body. However, Tiana, already fuming, shot a cold glance at Aspen and scoffed, "That's a powerful aphrodisiac, and the only real cure is sex. Andrew, stop wasting time. If you can't handle it, call her boyfriend or husband." That comment left Andrew momentarily speechless. Meanwhile, Lauren and Francesca both looked a little awkward. The three women all shared one man, but that arrangement had never been officially acknowledged, especially not in front of their parents. If it got dragged out into the open now, it would be embarrassing for everyone. Sensing the tension, Jameson gently tugged Tiana's sleeve and said, "Come on, let's have some tea. Don't interrupt Andy while he's saving the girl." Yet, Tiana was not letting it go. "If you want tea, have it yourself. I've got something to say

Not long after, Jameson returned with Lauren and Francesca from their quick tour around the villa. Once everyone had taken their seats, Andrew looked at Tiana and spoke frankly. "Mrs. Rhodes, the two map fragments I had on me were taken. Right now, the question is—should we try to take them back, or is there another way to stop Mosby and Rafael?" Tiana arched a brow. "Why stop them? Isn't this perfect? Ever since the fall of the Fallen Crimson Dynasty, no one's gotten this close to reassembling the full map. If the treasure map is finally complete, that means we're closer than ever to uncovering the legendary vault—it could be just around the corner." Jameson nodded thoughtfully. "That's true. The Rhodes family has spent generations safeguarding our piece of the map. Even though our bloodline has endured, that fragment has always been a ticking time bomb. One mistake, and it could wipe out our entire clan. "The Bates of Oak Apothecary were wiped out over this. They're the caut

At a secluded villa on the outskirts of the city, Mosby and Rafael sat brooding, their faces dark and twisted with frustration. Rafael muttered through gritted teeth, "We're still missing the final fragment. And the one we snatched from the Rhodes family? Completely blank. All that effort and the map's still incomplete—and I got stabbed in the damn groin for it! Screw this!" A thick cigar dangled from his lips as he cursed loudly, wincing as a sharp pain from his crotch shot through his body again. It was pure bad luck. Andrew had aimed that golden acupuncture needle straight at Rafael's vital point, but Mosby had yanked him aside at the last second. The needle missed his heart, only to land squarely in a far more sensitive spot. Though Mosby had pulled it out quickly after, Rafael still felt sore and twitchy every time he moved. "Mr. Driscoll, good things take time. We're closer than ever to uncovering the treasure vault of the Fallen Crimson Dynasty," Mosby said calmly. H

Grand Viper roared, "If he's part of the Wrights, I'll personally send him to the afterlife! Just because they're one of the Five Apex Families, they think they can look down on me, Grand Viper? "I've dominated the southern martial arts world for decades—when have I ever swallowed humiliation like this?" Quinton scrambled to his feet, terrified, his voice trembling as he begged, "Sir, please! Have mercy! Your two apprentices—White Viper and Black Viper—they weren't killed by my family! It was Andrew! That bastard set the whole thing up to frame us and pit us against each other!" However, Grand Viper's eyes blazed even hotter. "Bullshit! When I arrived at the scene, your Wrights' head guard—Tora—was right there, cleaning up Black Viper's corpse! Your people wouldn't even leave his body alone—and now you want to talk peace? I swear, I'll make the Wrights repay this blood debt a hundredfold!" As Grand Viper raised his hand again, clearly intending to kill Quinton on the spot, Rafa

Grand Viper descended the stairs, step by step, wearing a twisted grin on his face. "Brat, I may not be able to kill your old man, but taking out a little rat like you? That's nothing." Quinton shrank back, crawling in a panic. "You damn bastards, all of you—may you die horrible deaths! I swear, even if I become a ghost, I'll haunt every last one of you!" His screams were filled with panic, regret, and hatred. It was the sound of a man who finally realized just how badly he had miscalculated. With a cold snort, Grand Viper vanished in a blur and reappeared right beside Quinton. The coiled serpent draped around him and bared its fangs with a hiss, lunging for Quinton's throat. 'Am I really going to die here? Am I really going to die before I've claimed what's mine before I've buried Andrew with my own hands?' Quinton thought. For a moment, he drowned in despair. Suddenly, Rafael lifted a hand and said with a slow smile, "Grand Viper, let's keep this one alive for now. He mig