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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
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 160
The atmosphere in the cabin was thick with tension as they settled into their makeshift headquarters. Clara paced the small room, glancing at her phone every few minutes, anticipation etched on her features. Jessica remained focused on the ledger, trying to untangle the web of numbers and codes, while Phillip kept a vigilant watch by the window."I should have brought my laptop," Clara said, frustration bubbling in her voice. "It would have made this so much easier. I can’t believe I forgot it in the rush.""It’s alright," Jessica replied, her eyes still scanning the pages. "We’ll manage. Trevor should be here soon, and he can help us break it down. We just need to buy some time."Phillip turned from the window, his expression serious. "We can’t afford to be complacent. Andrew will be mobilizing his resources to track us down. The longer we stay in one place, the more dangerous it becomes."Clara nodded, biting her lip in thought. "We should set up a lookout. If anyone approaches, we
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 161
Phillip paced the length of his study, the quiet of the room doing little to calm his restless thoughts. The recent developments within the Aton Empire weighed heavily on his mind. He had been preparing for this moment for weeks, knowing that Andrew Lane’s next move would be his most dangerous yet. Phillip needed to stay two steps ahead if he was to protect the empire from his grandfather’s oldest adversary.The ring of his phone cut through the silence. Phillip snatched it up quickly, expecting news from his network of allies. Instead, he found Clara on the other end, her voice laced with urgency.“Phillip, I’ve uncovered something,” she said, her words rushed. “Andrew Lane is orchestrating a hostile takeover of the empire. He’s using shell companies to buy up as many shares as he can under the radar.”Phillip’s grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. “How close is he to gaining control?”“He's dangerously close," Clara replied. "If we don’t act fast, he’ll have enou
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