As both sides stood tense, one spark away from an all-out brawl, Andrew suddenly pointed at Quinton and shouted, "Kevin, why don't you ask your precious son yourself—has he been plotting to kill you?

"Did he collude with Rafael, Mosby, and that old fossil Grand Viper, hoping to use them to get rid of you and snatch your position as head of the Wrights?"

The outburst was so sudden and fierce that it shook the room.

Kevin blinked, stunned. "Quinton wants to kill me? Andy, are you out of your mind?"

Quinton's face twisted in a mix of shock and rage as he snapped, "Andrew, you need to shut the hell up! Why would I want to kill my own father? You're just spouting absolute garbage!"

His words were defiant, but inside, his heart pounded wildly. 'How the hell did Andrew know about this?'

Mosby narrowed his eyes, then burst out laughing. "So this is your grand reveal, Andrew? You're about to die, and you're still trying to poison Mr. Wright Senior against his own son. No proof, no e