Michael's eyes burned with fury. "Aunt Tiana, I suggest we make Andrew pay for his arrogance and blatant disrespect!"

Tiana nodded without hesitation. "You're right. He's gotten way too full of himself—it's time he faced the consequences. Tell you what—why don't you go over there right now, tie him up, and drag him back here? I'll personally take care of him. Sound good?"

Michael's throat tightened as he stared at her in disbelief. He thought, 'Is she joking? Did she seriously expect me to go up against Andrew in a fight?'

After all, if he could take Andrew down, he would not have needed to rely on Tiana in the first place.

Tiana shot him a condescending look. "If you're not up for the task, then shut up."

She turned to Marcus. "Give me the phone. I'll ask Andrew myself."

This time, no one in the room dared to protest. They had all tried—and they had all been humiliated. Now, their only hope was Tiana.

Tiana took the phone and, after a deep breath, spoke in a calm but fir