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