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