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PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 162
The air in the boardroom felt heavy, laden with the charged energy of what had just transpired. As Andrew Lane left in a fit of fury, the remaining board members sat in stunned silence, processing Phillip's revelations. He knew this was a victory, but the battle was far from over. Andrew would retaliate, and when he did, it would be with the full force of his twisted cunning.Jessica’s grip on his hand tightened as they exchanged a silent vow of determination. They had weathered one storm, but darker clouds were on the horizon. Phillip offered a small nod to the board, signaling that the meeting was adjourned. He knew he couldn’t let his guard down, not even for a second.As they stepped out of the room, Clara was waiting for them in the corridor. Her face was etched with a mixture of relief and urgency, her eyes darting back and forth, as if she expected danger to jump out from the shadows at any moment."That was a bold move, Phillip," Clara said, her voice low, barely above a whisp
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 163
The cold steel of Andrew Lane’s threats echoed in Phillip's mind long after the call ended. He paced the length of his office, the rhythmic thud of his shoes against the floor like a metronome ticking down to some inevitable confrontation. Despite the calm façade he had maintained during the conversation, Phillip knew that Andrew wasn’t bluffing. The man was a cornered predator, and his next move would be vicious.Jessica walked back into the room, a concerned expression on her face. "I just got off the phone with one of my contacts in the media. They're ready to run the story exposing Andrew’s dealings, but they’re hesitant. They need concrete evidence that won’t just make for a headline but could lead to an investigation."Phillip nodded, his eyes narrowing in thought. "We have some of the evidence, but we need something undeniable—proof that even Andrew can't wiggle out of. Clara's our best shot at that right now."Jessica sat down, worry lines creasing her forehead. "Do you think
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 164
Phillip's eyes remained fixed on the stranger as the seconds stretched into a tense silence. The stranger’s smile was unsettling, a blend of confidence and cunning that spoke of someone who knew more than they should. Phillip’s instincts screamed caution, but his curiosity wouldn’t let him turn away. He knew that in this deadly chess game with Andrew Lane, even the smallest advantage could shift the balance."My name is Leonard," the stranger finally said, his voice smooth and controlled. "I used to work for Andrew Lane, but our... business relationship has soured recently. I have information that could be pivotal in your struggle against him. But first, let's discuss what this information is worth to you."Phillip's jaw tightened as he studied Leonard. He had seen men like this before—opportunists who played both sides, willing to sell their loyalty to the highest bidder. But Phillip also knew that sometimes, in desperate situations, you had to work with the devil you knew."That dep
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 165
The dim warehouse echoed with Phillip's footsteps as he paced in front of Jessica. Frustration boiled under his skin, the tension of Clara’s kidnapping like a vise on his chest. He had been preparing for Andrew’s moves, but the game had just taken a turn that he didn’t anticipate. And now, more than ever, every second mattered."Do we have any leads?" Phillip asked, voice tight as he ran a hand through his hair. His eyes met Jessica's, searching for any hint of hope."Nothing concrete yet," Jessica replied, her own expression mirroring his frustration. "I’ve got Greene and the others following up on potential hideouts linked to Andrew. But he’s careful, Phillip. He won’t leave her anywhere obvious."Phillip clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the surge of anger and helplessness. Clara was too valuable to lose, not just to their operation but also as a friend who’d put her trust in him when she joined the fight against Andrew Lane. He couldn't afford to let his emotions cloud his judg
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 166
As the dust settled inside the abandoned factory, the aftermath of the battle left a tense quiet in its wake. Phillip stood still for a moment, scanning the room to ensure all threats were neutralized. His eyes darted to his team, who were regrouping and assessing injuries. Clara was safe, but the war with Andrew Lane was far from over.Jessica knelt beside Clara, gently wiping the blood from her forehead. "We’ve got you," she said softly. "You’re safe now."Clara gave a small, shaky nod, her voice still strained from the ordeal. "He won’t stop, Jessica. Andrew will come after all of you. He said he’d burn everything to the ground."Phillip’s jaw tightened at Clara’s words. He could feel the fury simmering in his chest, but he forced himself to remain calm. They couldn’t afford to lose focus now; they were closer to bringing Andrew down than they’d ever been. He turned to Greene, who was helping secure the area with the rest of the team."Greene," Phillip called out, his voice steady.
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 167
The morning after the council showdown dawned with a strange sense of calm, as if the city itself had exhaled a sigh of relief. Phillip stood at the window of his apartment, watching the first rays of sunlight bathe the skyline. He should have felt victorious, but a hollow ache settled in his chest. The battle was over, but the wounds it left behind were still raw.Jessica entered the room, a steaming mug of coffee in hand. She set it down on the table beside Phillip and gave him a knowing look. "You’re thinking about last night, aren’t you?"Phillip turned to her, his expression pensive. "Yeah. It’s hard to shake the feeling that even though we won, we lost something too." He took the mug, wrapping his hands around its warmth, more for comfort than the caffeine.Jessica nodded, her gaze drifting to the window. "It’s the cost of doing what we do, Phillip. We stop the monsters, but sometimes the battle leaves us more scarred than the ones we fought against.""I know," he said, his voic
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 168
The day broke with an unsettling stillness that seemed to hover over the city. Phillip could feel it in the air, a tangible tension that promised change was coming. The weight of their new mission, to hunt down the elusive figure known only as the Broker, bore heavily on his shoulders. The realization that Andrew Lane was merely a puppet in a much larger game had shaken them all, but Phillip knew there was no time to lose.He sat in the team’s underground command center, his eyes fixed on a digital board filled with names, connections, and theories. The Broker’s identity was their top priority, but all they had were whispers and fragmented leads. The team had scattered across the city, each following their own trail of breadcrumbs that might lead to the truth.Jessica entered, her face set in a determined mask, but Phillip could see the worry lines etched at the corners of her eyes. She handed him a cup of coffee and took a seat beside him, her gaze scanning the board."Any progress?"
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 169
The dim light of early dawn filtered through the blinds of Phillip's apartment, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. He sat at the kitchen table, papers strewn before him, his laptop open to a web of financial documents and encrypted messages. The sun rose slowly, illuminating the grim determination etched on his face. The discovery of Marcus Delacroix had ignited a new sense of urgency within him and the team, but Phillip knew the risks involved in taking down someone so deeply entrenched in the world of high finance and organized crime.The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, and moments later, Jessica entered, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She poured herself a cup of coffee, leaning against the counter as she surveyed the mess of papers. “You’ve been at this all night, haven’t you?”Phillip looked up, a weary smile creeping onto his face. “What can I say? It’s hard to sleep when you’re so close to something big.”Jessica approached the table, pulling out
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