Rafael said, "Didn't you want to kill your old man and take his place? Sure, the risk is a bit high, but Grand Viper already hates the Wrights to his core. It's not entirely impossible to make this work. "As long as you handle things cleanly, I wouldn't mind helping you get Grand Viper to step in." Quinton gritted his teeth and asked, "But what if Andrew says no?" Mosby shrugged and said, "Then you're worthless to us, and Grand Viper's already dying to skin you alive." Quinton did not say a word. He took the blank piece of the map and walked out of the villa. He muttered, "You two filthy dogs… One day, I'll make sure you suffer worse than death." As he glanced back at the villa, his eyes were filled with venomous hatred. He had not expected that giving up the map would not earn him gold or power, but instead, a death sentence. He should have seen it coming. Mosby and Rafael were both snakes—treachery was second nature to them. "But what now? How the hell do I even talk to

"Stop right there, you bitch! Where the hell do you get the guts to act tough in front of me?" With a loud smack, Quinton slapped her hard across the face. Christina dropped to her knees, clutching her burning cheek, completely defenseless. The noise alarmed the staff, and several people rushed over. Quinton turned, eyes blazing. "Unless you wanna die, get the hell out of my way! I'm Quinton Wright—the eldest son of the Wrights! If any of you dares to run your mouth, I'll wipe out your whole damn family!" The moment they realized he was from one of the Five Apex Families, the staff froze in fear and backed away, not daring to make a sound. "I need Andrew's help. You're gonna talk to him for me, got it?" Quinton hissed as he yanked Christina up by the arm, grinning cruelly. "You live in his Serenity Villa now, don't you? That makes this your job." Christina's face twisted in disgust. She spat back, "Even if you beat me to death, I still wouldn't help you. And for the reco

Lewis Doyle, the regional manager, shouted, "This whole district, two streets wide, belongs to the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce! This is our turf. You Wrights don't get to throw your weight around here. Step back right now and stop hurting people!" Quinton let out a scornful laugh. "You're just a damn regional manager. Even if your so-called Chamber of Commerce chairman showed up himself, you think I'd give a damn?" Lewis' face turned red with fury. "Quinton, you've gone too far. You're way too arrogant! Back when the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce was under Mr. Keller Senior's leadership, even the Wrights knew better than to mess around here. "And now that we've got a new chairman in charge, you still think you can throw tantrums and beat people in public? I'm warning you—if you keep this up, you're not walking away unscathed." Quinton's expression shifted. "Wait a minute. You have a new chairman?" Lewis lifted his chin with pride. "That's right. Our new chairman just took

Rachel's aggressive tone gave Quinton a strange, unsettling feeling—like his identity as the heir of the Wrights no longer meant anything. Before coming here, he had already suffered a massive loss at the hands of Mosby and Rafael, barely escaping with his life. Add to that the bitterness he felt after being forced to call Andrew his godfather, that constant humiliation had been eating him alive. He felt like there was a storm cloud hanging permanently over his head. The pressure, the frustration, and the endless bruising of his pride all boiled over, and he finally snapped. He jabbed a finger at Rachel, eyes dark as thunder. "Madam Gardner, you filthy, desperate bitch. Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Let me make it clear—I don't give a flying damn about your so-called 'chairman'. "And as for those two over there—they're mine now. No one's taking them from me. I don't care if they're just employees at one of your little fast food joints. Hell, even if you get in my w

Lauren had arrived alongside Andrew, and when she saw what was going on, her expression turned a little strange. Andrew offered a casual explanation. "Rachel's one of our Chamber members." Lauren smiled warmly and greeted her. "Nice to meet you, ma'am." Rachel hesitated. "And you are..." Lauren chuckled. "Name's Lauren Rhodes. I'm Andrew's first wife." Rachel's face froze for a moment, cursing inwardly, 'That little vixen actually managed to land Mr. Lloyd?' If that was true, then her own chances of moving up were even slimmer now. Wait a minute. First wife? Did that mean Andrew had a second? Maybe even a third? Rachel suddenly felt her stomach drop. Meanwhile, Andrew paid her no mind. He simply got out of the car, took Lauren's hand, and walked straight into the fast-food joint. The moment he stepped through the door, he saw Quinton with his back turned to him, hands stuffed in the pockets of a tailored suit, striking a dramatic pose. "You must be the new cha