CHAPTER 137

The morning sun cast its golden rays across the city, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within the hearts of those determined to bring down Andrew Lane. In a hidden location, far from prying eyes, Phillip, Clara, and Jessica sat in a dimly lit room, surrounded by files, maps, and a dozen screens displaying surveillance feeds. The air was thick with anticipation and the shared determination of their resolve.

Jessica leaned forward, her eyes locked on one of the screens. "This is the key to flipping his allies," she said, pointing to the image of a portly man in a tailored suit. "Leonard Vance. He’s a major player in the financial world and one of my father's biggest backers. He's always been motivated by profit, not loyalty. If we hit him where it hurts—his wallet—he might reconsider his allegiance."

Phillip nodded, considering her words. "We need to dig deeper into his dealings, find something he wouldn't want publicized. Blackmail isn’t ideal, but with Lane's network, we don’t ha