CHAPTER 121

Philip's hands shook slightly as he read Clara's text again. He quickly dialed her number, and she answered almost immediately.

"Clara, what is it?" Philip asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Meet me at the old warehouse near the docks. It’s secluded and secure. We can’t talk over the phone," Clara replied, her tone urgent.

Philip agreed and hung up, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He told Barry he had another meeting to attend and left the mansion, his mind racing with possibilities. Who was Victor Greene, and how deep did his influence run?

The drive to the warehouse was tense. The city's neon lights flickered outside the car window, casting eerie shadows. When he arrived, Clara was already there, waiting by the entrance. Her face was a mask of concern.

"Philip, this is bigger than we thought," Clara said, leading him inside.

They walked through the dimly lit warehouse, the air thick with dust and the faint smell of rust. Clara handed Philip a folder f