The next morning, Andrew had just gotten up when his phone rang—it was Tiana.

Her voice was tight with frustration and urgency as she said, "Andrew, bad news—someone stole the Rhodes family's map fragment!"

Andrew's expression darkened. "Mrs. Rhodes, with your strength, no ordinary person could've pulled that off. Was it a—"

"You're right," she cut in, teeth clenched. "It wasn't ordinary at all. It was a real master—someone at martial king level. It only took him three moves to beat me. Luckily, he was after the map, not blood—otherwise, I might not have made it out alive."

Someone strong enough to attack the Rhodes family?

Andrew's first thought was Quinton—that snake. After all, Quinton did know about the Rhodes family holding a piece of the treasure map. However, he quickly dismissed the idea. Quinton, spoiled as he was, did not have the influence to hire a martial king.

That left only two real suspects: Mosby and Rafael.

Andrew's mind worked like lightning. Within se