CHAPTER 175

The air in the loading dock was thick with tension as Philip stood frozen, the gunman’s glare pinning him in place. The realization of their precarious situation sent adrenaline coursing through his veins. He needed to think fast.

“Back away from the crate,” the man commanded, stepping forward with his weapon aimed steadily at Philip. “You’re in over your heads. Delacroix won’t tolerate any interference.”

Philip could hear Greg’s movements behind him, muffled and distant, but he couldn't take his eyes off the armed man before him. “We’re not going to just stand down,” Philip replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite the fear rising within him.

“Then you can join your friend,” the man sneered, motioning to the shadows behind him, where Greg’s silhouette was barely visible.

Suddenly, the door burst open again, and Jessica rushed in, her eyes wide with panic. “What’s happening?” she yelled, spotting the gunman.

“Get out of here, Jessica!” Philip shouted, his heart racing. He didn’