Inside the Wrights' guest lounge, tension simmered. Quinton growled through clenched teeth, "Father, you've lost your mind. Sending our elite security team to protect that worthless piece of trash? Andrew doesn't deserve a damn thing!"

Kevin's grin from earlier was nowhere to be seen now. With a sneer, he replied, "You're absolutely right—he doesn't deserve it. But it's all for show and won't cost us anything."

He added, "You heard him—once he's safe, he'll hand over some Titan Essence Pills. You tried every trick in the book to get one and failed. Look at me—with just one move, it's practically handed to me."

Quinton was left speechless. When it came to scheming, he was truly his father's son—neither of them ever missed a beat.

Yara finally could not hold it in anymore. She chimed in, "Dad, I think this relationship with Andrew shouldn't be about gain. You already swore brotherhood. Our family should treat him as one of our own, not as a stepping stone to his resources."

Kev