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