PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR

CHAPTER 172

The night air was thick with tension as Philip, Jessica, and Greg regrouped in a concealed location. The adrenaline from their escape was wearing off, and reality set in—their enemy was far from defeated. They gathered around a table cluttered with maps, documents, and the stolen device, determined to devise a plan.

"Alright, we need to figure out who this Broker is," Jessica said, her voice steady despite the chaos of the past hour. "If they have a mole in our team, that means we can't trust anyone."

Philip nodded, his mind racing. "We need to go through our contacts, see who might have access to information about us. Someone’s been feeding Delacroix intel."

Greg leaned forward, his face pale but focused. "What if we turn the tables? We could feed them false information, lure them into a trap."

Jessica raised an eyebrow, considering the idea. "That could work. But we need to be careful. If we misstep, we risk losing everything we’ve worked for."

Philip straightened, a determined glin