Kevin clenched his fists and laughed. "The legendary treasure left behind by the Fallen Crimson Dynasty… all of Holtrien's centuries of feudal wealth, concentrated in this doomsday empire. Think about it—it must be mountains of gold, oceans of jewels… and maybe even ancient relics long lost to time. "Like the Elixir of Immortality that Admiral Frost brought back from his voyage to the East, and the Moon Pearl that the Demon Queen supposedly held in her mouth when she was buried. Any one of these alone could overturn everything our family has worked for, across generations." Quinton's eyes gleamed with wonder. "It might not even stop there. What if there are artifacts from Admiral Locke's journeys through uncharted seas? And all the wealth those old dynasty officials squeezed from the people—enough to fill trucks and still take days to haul away. "If it's really all true, then we've hit the jackpot. Screw the Three Titans—they'll all have to step aside for us!" The father and s

Dylan asked, "Mr. Lloyd, in that situation with two martial kings present, how did you have the nerve?" Just remembering it made his throat dry and his palms sweat. Andrew scoffed and shrugged. "So what? If it really came to a fight, they'd be the ones dying, not me." Dylan's face twisted into an expression of pure disbelief. "But Mr. Lloyd, did you even consider my feelings? You might be able to handle being ganged up on, but I would've been meeting my maker right then and there!" Andrew blinked, then laughed. "Fair point. I would've been fine, no doubt about that. But you? Yeah, Grand Viper would've probably snapped you in half with a single strike. But hey, Dylan, you lucked out. You made it back in one piece." Dylan's mouth twitched as the realization hit him that Andrew had not even considered whether he would live or die back there. If a real fight had broken out with all those people ganging up on them, would he have actually survived? Seeing the pale look on Dylan'

Chantelle had an impressive figure, and even though she wore oversized custom business attire, it could not hide her alluring silhouette, the kind that sparked all kinds of thoughts in a man's mind. However, her facial expression left much to be desired—she constantly wore that frigid, emotionally detached look. Just as she entered Serenity Villa, Chantelle stepped back out and looked to the side. "You're Tora, the Wrights' security captain, aren't you?" Her tone was professional but slightly curious. Tora grinned broadly. "Nice to see you, Ms. Garcia!" Chantelle nodded curtly. "Why aren't you going inside? You're here to see Andrew too, right?" Tora looked frustrated and dejected. "He won't let me in—told me to wait outside!" Chantelle frowned. "That's a bit much, even for him. But it's better if you wait out here. He's no small fry anymore. Someone of his level is worth the wait." On the third floor, Chantelle did not bother knocking—she just pushed the study door

Chantelle explained further, "Over the years, Rafael's wealth has grown incredibly fast, and one of his major income sources is dealing in antiques and rare treasures from ancient Holtrien. Whenever that guy sets his eyes on something, you can bet it's the real deal." Andrew frowned. "Selling off Holtrien's cultural relics like that is a serious crime. Hasn't the government tried to intervene?" Chantelle shook her head with frustration. "We've tried intervening, but it hasn't been very effective. Rafael has specialized contacts abroad, and they're no small players either. "Most importantly, he's extremely skilled at the antique, tomb raiding, and treasure hunting business. Our famed military unit, The Predators, has raided him several times but never caught him red-handed." Andrew said firmly, "Then this time, the government should definitely step in. I just don't think treasures left behind by our ancestors should fall into the hands of someone like Rafael." Chantelle gave

Logan said, "Freya's a great choice. If you agree to just one date with her, I'll even let her stay out all night." Andrew frowned. "What exactly are you implying?" Logan smirked. "Do I really need to spell it out?" His look was full of scheming mischief, the kind every experienced man would understand in an instant. However, Andrew still shook his head. "Sorry, not happening." Logan groaned. "You're seriously turning this down? Andy… are you telling me you're not up to it? I swear, Freya is every bit as stunning as the three beauties you've got here in Serenity Villa. "Bring her home, and you've got your own private paradise. A man surrounded by beautiful women, living the dream!" Andrew rubbed his temples. "Logan, I've said it before—the Keller sisters are indeed beautiful. However, relationships between men and women are about fate and mutual affection. "If all you're chasing is some cheap thrill below the belt, then what's the point? Doesn't that feel empty to you?"