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