Behind the bronze doors stood Rafael and his crew—the same people who had vanished without a trace since the treasure hunt began as if they had disappeared off the face of the earth. All dozen or so guns were foreign-made weapons, and at least half the faces belonged to foreigners with prominent noses, deep-set eyes, and night vision goggles. "Don't you dare move, Andrew, or these men will shoot!" Mosby stepped forward with a sinister grin, eyeing the Desert Eagle in Andrew's hand. Andrew casually tossed his Desert Eagle to the ground and chuckled. "Dr. Lake, Mr. Driscoll—what a coincidence running into you here." Mosby laughed coldly. "Coincidence? You're overthinking this, Andrew! Mr. Driscoll and I have been waiting here with our men for quite some time. The tomb treasure lies just below, but unfortunately, you'll never get to see it." Andrew shrugged nonchalantly. "There's plenty of treasure to go around; I'll just take a small share. I'm not greedy, so you can have the

Fighting through the searing pain in his back, Andrew held Chantelle tight and dove toward the bottom of the river. The Desert Eagle was useless now, but fortunately, some unknown phosphorescent glow flickered faintly underwater, barely allowing him to see ahead. Chantelle's eyes were wide with terror as she tried to cry out underwater. She swallowed two huge gulps of water before quickly shutting her mouth and frantically gesturing to Andrew with her hands. Andrew knew what she was trying to ask, but now was not the time to worry about other problems. Two spots on his back burned with intense pain—those were the bullet wounds. Luckily, Andrew had maintained good body positioning when he jumped, avoiding any vital areas, so while he was shot, it did not affect his mobility. However, this could not continue for long. The blood loss alone could kill him, so they needed to reach dry land quickly to treat his wounds. Surfacing where they had jumped from was impossible because t

Chantelle scoffed "Mr. Lloyd, I never thought you were this kind of person." Andrew was getting irritated too. "What kind of person am I? I glanced at you once—not even on purpose—and you want to hit me?" Chantelle's eyes reddened as she bit back angrily, "I'm not talking about that! I'm talking about when we were underwater! Why did you risk your life like that? You shielded me from that hot spring water… Do you know you could have died?" This sudden outburst and accusation left Andrew completely bewildered. "Ms. Garcia, are you… crying?" Chantelle pulled her hand back, gritting her teeth, and raised it again to slap Andrew's face. Andrew thought that if she wanted to hit him, so be it. She had been through life and death with him, which could not have been easy. But surprisingly, the delicate hand stopped just in front of his face. What had been fierce aggression transformed into gentle tenderness mixed with careful concern as she softly caressed Andrew's cheek. "Mr. Llo

With Aspen's seductive and crazy nature, she could probably go to any extreme to reach ecstasy with Andrew, completely losing herself in passion. While Chantelle's own charm was not lacking, she did not have Aspen's wild streak, so naturally, she could not provide Andrew with the same level of impact and pleasure. In the long run, she probably could not compete with Aspen, that sickeningly beautiful temptress. Plus, Andrew had two other beauties around him—Lauren and Francesca. With Chantelle's cool temperament, she could not bring herself to compete for a man's attention. Without even thinking about it, she knew she could not match those three beautiful women in Andrew's little harem. 'Forget it… I'll just keep this relationship hidden and suppressed for now,' she thought as she opened her mouth to bite Andrew's chest muscle. 'When I really need it, I'll just call him out and drain him dry! At least I won't be at a disadvantage! At 30 years old, having no sex life really does

Andrew lowered his voice. "Ms. Garcia, stop talking. Let's keep going and see what's ahead!" His sense of smell and hearing were both exceptionally sharp. When they first entered the cave, he had already detected the strange odor. Chantelle's face immediately grew tense. She could sense something unusual from Andrew's tone, but since he did not explain, she could only continue step by step. The cave's depth curved ahead, and the faint moonlight from the entrance completely disappeared around the bend, leaving only darkness. Unable to see the ground clearly, Chantelle felt her foot step on something brittle that snapped under her weight. She jumped in fright. "Mr. Lloyd, w-what was that?" A weak light gradually flickered to life in the darkness—it was Andrew's last remaining waterproof lighter. This type of lighter was specifically designed for outdoor exploration and fire-starting, with its greatest feature being that it would still work even after falling in water. I