Kevin did not even spare Rafael and the others a glance, marching straight toward Quinton.

Quinton's face went ghost-white as he stumbled backward. "F-Father, what treasure map? I-I don't have anything! It's Andrew—he made all this up! You can't believe him!"

Kevin's eyes went cold as steel, his teeth clenched. "You little bastard. I'm ordering you—stand still and let me search you. You're my son. You're my son—do you think I don't know exactly what kind of person you are?

"Ever since you