CHAPTER 117

Phillip’s hands moved with precision as he worked on the safe, his tools barely making a sound in the oppressive silence of the underground room. Jessica stood beside Clara, her pulse quickening with each passing second. The small, dimly lit room felt like it was closing in around them, the weight of their mission pressing down with almost suffocating intensity.

Clara shifted nervously, her eyes darting between the door they had entered and the safe that Phillip was attempting to open. She was visibly on edge, her fingers twitching as if resisting the urge to chew her nails. The memory of her abduction still haunted her, and every sound seemed to make her flinch, as if expecting danger to leap out from the shadows at any moment.

“Almost there,” Phillip whispered, his voice a low rasp in the tense silence. Jessica could see the concentration etched into his features, every muscle in his body taut with the effort of cracking the safe. It was clear this was no ordinary lock, and Lane had