CHAPTER 139

As dawn broke over the city, a sense of uneasy calm settled in the air. The light filtered through the high windows of the operations base, casting long shadows across the room where Phillip, Jessica, Clara, and Greene sat in quiet anticipation. The news was already spreading like wildfire—Vance’s financial scandals were on every major outlet, his face plastered across headlines in disgrace. It was the first real crack in Andrew Lane’s empire, but everyone knew it was only the beginning.

Phillip stood at the center of the room, his eyes scanning the latest updates on the large screens. His expression was hard, focused, a man on a mission. He turned to Clara, who was reviewing the data feed with a determined look on her face.

"Clara, what's the latest on Lane’s movements?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of urgency.

Clara’s fingers danced over the keyboard, her eyes never leaving the screen. "We’ve intercepted communications indicating that Lane is regrouping. H