CHAPTER 56

Philip stood frozen in the doorway, his heart pounding as Lane’s words echoed in his ears. The game is already over. He couldn’t believe it. After everything they had been through, after all the sacrifices and losses, was it really too late?

"Don’t just stand there, Philip," Lane said, his tone taunting. "Come in. Let’s talk."

Philip clenched his fists, anger surging through him. He stepped into the room, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. The monitors on the wall displayed various angles of the warehouse, showing Clara and Jessica moving through different sections. But it was the center monitor that drew his attention—Greene’s lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, a pool of blood forming around his head.

"You killed him," Philip said, his voice low and filled with rage.

Lane shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "He was a loose end. You of all people should understand the importance of tying up loose ends, especially in our line of work."

"Our line of work?" Philip’s voice