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PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 152
The storm that brewed outside was nothing compared to the turmoil inside Jessica's mind. The winds lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest of emotions surging within her. She paced the room, the reality of Clara's revelation still too raw, too overwhelming. Her mother—alive? The possibility was like a phantom, both a beacon of hope and a ghost that haunted her every thought.Phillip watched her, his eyes filled with quiet concern. "Jessica," he began softly, reaching out to still her restless pacing. "We have to be careful. If what Clara found is true, then this changes everything. But it also means Lane might be even more dangerous than we thought."Jessica stopped in her tracks, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She turned to Phillip, her gaze fierce and unwavering. "He lied to me my whole life," she said, the words laced with a bitter edge. "He made me believe my mother was dead. And if she's out there, if she's alive... I need to find her. I need to know why."Clara, w
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 153
Jessica sat alone in the room that once held so many memories, now tainted with lies and manipulation. The antique clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, each sound echoing in her mind like a countdown to a moment she could not yet see but knew was inevitable. She had to play her role to perfection; one wrong move could shatter the delicate balance she had created.She needed answers about her mother, the woman she thought had died years ago. Andrew Lane's deception had shattered the image of the loving father he once pretended to be, leaving behind a shadow of doubt in every word he spoke. Jessica was determined to find the truth hidden beneath his web of lies.The door creaked open, and Lane stepped inside, his demeanor as cold and calculating as ever. His smile was the same one he had used to convince countless enemies that they were safe, right before he destroyed them. He took a seat across from Jessica, his eyes never leaving her face, searching for any crack in her resolve.
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 154
The next morning, Jessica awoke to the dull ache of anxiety pressing heavily on her chest. She had barely slept, her mind cycling through every possible scenario as she tried to navigate the tangled web of deception she found herself in. The task her father had given her lay like a stone in her gut, and the man's face from the photograph haunted her thoughts. She knew that once she crossed that line, there would be no turning back.As she dressed, she slipped the photo into her jacket pocket, the edges of the paper sharp against her fingertips. She needed to play her role convincingly, and that meant showing her father she was serious. She would go through the motions, follow his orders, but the plan she and Phillip were crafting would be her true allegiance.Just as she was about to leave, her phone buzzed with a message from Clara: Meet me at the safe house. We've got something important.Jessica exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Clara and Phillip were her life
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 155
Jessica's mind raced as she drove away from the safe house. The plan they had discussed with Phillip and Clara was risky, and the consequences of failure were unthinkable. She kept glancing at her rearview mirror, her paranoia growing with each turn, certain that someone from her father's network could be following her. Her father's web was vast, and she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate any threat to his empire—including her if he suspected her betrayal.Arriving at her apartment, Jessica double-checked the locks on her door and pulled the blinds closed, sealing herself off from the outside world. She needed a moment to process the latest twist in their plan. An undercover FBI agent—that revelation still reverberated through her mind like a tolling bell. This was the leverage they needed to expose her father, but it also meant that the stakes were far higher than she had anticipated.She sat at the small table in her kitchen, her hands trembling slightly as she laid the photogra
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 156
The morning sun filtered through the grime-streaked windows of the old train depot, casting long shadows over the cracked pavement. Jessica stood motionless, watching Agent Ross walk away, her mind swirling with thoughts and possibilities. The stakes had never been higher, and the fragile alliance she had just forged felt like balancing on a knife’s edge. Every move she made now had to be precise, calculated—there was no room for error.As she turned back to her car, the weight of her decision settled in. Her father was a powerful man with eyes and ears everywhere. If he even suspected her involvement with the FBI, she wouldn’t just lose her chance at freedom—she’d lose her life. Jessica's hands tightened on the steering wheel as she pulled out of the depot, her thoughts racing faster than the car on the deserted road.She needed to get to Phillip. He had to know that the meeting was successful, and they had a window of opportunity. But more than that, she needed his reassurance, his
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 157
The afternoon sky had turned a dull gray, clouds heavy with the promise of rain, as Jessica made her way through the busy streets of the city. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of plans and possibilities, each one more desperate than the last. She had to find Paul Mitchell, and she had to make him see that his best chance of survival was to turn against her father.As she navigated through the downtown traffic, her phone buzzed with a text from Clara: Keep your head down. We’re running surveillance on Lane’s movements, but he’s getting paranoid. Stay alert.Jessica's pulse quickened. Her father's paranoia meant he was sensing a shift, feeling the walls close in around him. She needed to move quickly, before he locked down his operations entirely. She pulled into the parking lot of a nondescript office building, her eyes sweeping the area for any sign of her father’s men. Satisfied that she wasn’t being followed, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.The building was a relic f
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 158
The night was heavy with the scent of rain as Jessica, Phillip, and Clara sat around the makeshift table in the safe house. The tension was thick, each of them lost in their thoughts, the gravity of the situation weighing them down. Phillip's jaw was set, his eyes flicking over the map of Andrew Lane’s estate that they had spread out before them."We go in through the west entrance," Phillip said, tracing a path on the map with his finger. "It’s the least guarded point, but we’ll still need to bypass the security systems to avoid tripping any alarms."Jessica nodded, her mind already running through the possibilities. "Paul said the key is hidden in a drawer inside the study, likely one of the locked compartments. I know my father well enough to guess that he won’t have made it easy to access."Clara’s eyes darted between the two, her fingers fidgeting slightly. "And what about the passcode?" she asked. "If the key is in the study, but the ledger is locked with a changing code, how do
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 159
The rain continued to pour down in torrents, the heavy droplets splattering against the windshield as they sped through the empty streets. Inside the car, the air was thick with tension. Jessica’s fingers gripped the ledger tightly, her knuckles white with strain. Phillip’s eyes were glued to the road, his jaw clenched, while Clara sat in the back, her gaze flickering nervously between her two companions."We did it," Clara said softly, as if trying to convince herself that they had actually pulled off the heist. "We have the ledger. We finally have something to nail Andrew Lane."Jessica didn’t reply immediately. Her eyes remained locked on the small black book in her hands, the key to unraveling her father’s empire. She could feel the weight of it, not just the physical mass, but the burden of what it represented. Years of lies, manipulation, and control—all documented in her father’s meticulous handwriting."But it’s not over yet," Jessica said at last, her voice low and filled wit
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