"This belongs to the people of Holtrien. It's the legacy of our ancestors," Andrew said coldly. "At the very least, these treasures and everything they built are still on Holtrien soil."
Chantelle nodded. "You're right, Mr. Lloyd. Too much of our heritage has already been stolen by shameless foreigners. And now, Rafael is actually teaming up with Stanley, that outsider. It's infuriating—he should be ashamed of himself!"
Andrew's voice turned ice-cold. "As long as I'm still breathing, Stanley's not stealing a damn thing from this place."
Using the scattered ruins and pillars for cover, Andrew crept closer to the grand entrance of the tomb. His priority was clear—rescue the hostages first.
Just then, another violent blast ripped through the tomb.
The two bronze doors trembled on their hinges. While the explosives had not destroyed the gates outright, the surrounding stone walls were beginning to crack and crumble.
"Once we blow this thing open, the whole tomb will be ours to
