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