"Hand it over. Let me piece the full map together," Rafael said, extending his palm.

However, Quinton did not budge—in fact, he took a step back, his whole body edging closer to the front door.

Rafael's eyes narrowed, and a cold gleam flashed in them. "Quinton, what do you think you're doing? Are you playing games with me now?"

Quinton smiled harmlessly. "Mr. Driscoll, I wouldn't dare play games with you. But you know how it is—it never hurts to be cautious. If I just hand this over and yo