Clifford suggested, "How about you sell that map to our Advanced Medical Institute?"

Andrew did not even bother looking at him, simply replying, "Sure. Like I said before—just make me the head of your institute and we've got a deal."

Clifford roared, "You're delusional!"

Andrew sneered. "If I'm delusional, then so are you."

Down below, Mosby staggered off the platform like a broken man. Rafael rushed up to him, his voice tight with urgency. "Mosby, I only brought that map out because of you! Yet you just stood there and let it fall into Andrew's hands! Do you realize how big a loss this is?"

Mosby's lips trembled. "Mr. Driscoll… I tried my best."

"I know you tried," Rafael growled. "But we have to take the map back!"

Mosby's eyes drifted toward Andrew, still surrounded by the roaring crowd, and his expression twisted with hatred. "Don't worry. The humiliation and disgrace I suffered because of him, I'll return it all with a hundredfold. If I don't see that brat dead, then