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PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 41
Jessica Lane spent the next few days trying to shake off the conversation she had with her father. The encounter had left her on edge, and she couldn’t help but replay his words over and over in her mind. Andrew Lane was a man who rarely showed his hand, but his presence in her home that night had been a clear reminder of the power he wielded and the lengths he would go to protect his interests.On a cloudy morning, Jessica decided to take a walk to clear her mind. She needed to think things through, to figure out her next steps. The streets were quiet, and the air was crisp, providing a temporary escape from the weight of her thoughts. As she walked, she considered her situation with Philip and how to approach it without falling deeper into her father’s web.She couldn’t deny that her feelings for Philip were complicated. There was history between them, a connection that had once been strong, but time and circumstances had driven a wedge between them. Now, with Barry Aton’s death and
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 42
The next morning, Jessica woke up with a knot in her stomach. The sun had barely risen, casting a pale light across her bedroom, but she knew today was going to be difficult. Her thoughts kept drifting to the message she had sent Philip the night before. She was nervous about their meeting, unsure of how it would go or what would come out of it.She got ready slowly, taking extra care with her appearance. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt the need to present herself well, as if that might help her gain some control over the situation. By the time she was dressed and ready, she still had a few hours before their scheduled meeting. The waiting was unbearable.To distract herself, Jessica decided to take a walk. The city was just waking up, and the streets were still relatively quiet. She wandered aimlessly, trying to clear her head, but no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts kept returning to her father’s warning and the pressure she felt from all sides.She ended up at a small park
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 43
Jessica stood frozen, her hand still on the doorknob as she stared at her father. Andrew Lane's presence in her apartment was unsettling. He rarely visited her personal space unless it was for something serious, and the stern look on his face told her this was no exception.“Father,” Jessica greeted him cautiously, trying to keep her voice steady.“Sit down, Jessica,” Andrew ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. Jessica complied, moving to the chair opposite him, her heart racing. Andrew leaned back in his seat, his piercing eyes never leaving hers. “What were you doing at Aton Empire today?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm.Jessica hesitated, her mind racing. She had anticipated this conversation, but she hadn’t fully prepared for it. “I went to pay my respects to Philip. His grandfather just passed away.”Andrew’s eyes narrowed. “Is that all it was? A condolence visit?”“Yes,” Jessica lied, trying to sound convincing. “That’s all.”A silence fell between them, thick
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 44
Jessica woke up the next morning feeling drained. The weight of her father’s words hung heavy on her shoulders, and the tension between her loyalty to him and her growing feelings for Philip was starting to take its toll. She knew she had to go back to Aton Empire, but every step felt like she was walking into a trap—one that she couldn’t escape.As she dressed for the day, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Andrew’s reminder that he was always watching played on repeat in her head, making her second-guess every move. She knew she had to keep her guard up, but the idea of betraying Philip—of using him—felt increasingly wrong.When she arrived at Aton Empire, the atmosphere was noticeably tense. The news of Barry Aton’s death had spread, and the employees were on edge, uncertain of the company’s future. Jessica felt their eyes on her as she made her way through the building, whispers following her down the halls. She kept her head high, though inside she was struggling to maintain h
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 45
Jessica sat in her car outside Aton Empire, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The conversation with her father replayed in her mind, his words echoing in her ears like a relentless drumbeat. "You’re a Lane. And Lanes always come out on top." But what did that even mean anymore? The more she thought about it, the more trapped she felt.She knew she had to go home, but the idea of facing her father again made her stomach churn. Instead, she pulled out her phone and stared at the screen, her finger hovering over Philip’s contact. Part of her wanted to reach out, to hear his voice and maybe, just maybe, find some comfort in it. But what would she say? That she was being torn apart inside, that she was beginning to care about him in a way that scared her? No. That would only complicate things further.With a frustrated sigh, Jessica shoved her phone back into her purse and started the car. The drive home was a blur of thoughts and emotions. Sh
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 46
The early morning light filtered through the blinds as Jessica sat at her kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold. The events of the previous night played over and over in her mind, each detail etched into her memory with painful clarity. Her father’s words lingered like a shadow, his warning heavy on her heart.She had barely slept, the weight of her predicament pressing down on her with relentless force. For the first time, Jessica felt completely alone. She had always known that her father was ruthless, but seeing it firsthand, feeling the cold edge of his control, was something she hadn’t been prepared for. And now, she was trapped in a web of her own making, unable to see a way out.Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone vibrating on the table. Jessica glanced at the screen and saw Philip’s name flashing. Her heart skipped a beat, the familiar mix of emotions swirling inside her. She hesitated for a moment, then picked up the call.“J
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 47
The sun was setting as Jessica drove back to her apartment, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Her father’s ultimatum had left her reeling, and the weight of her decision pressed heavily on her chest. The streets were crowded with evening traffic, but she barely noticed the cars and pedestrians moving around her. All she could think about was the impossible situation she found herself in.When she finally arrived at her apartment, Jessica felt a sense of dread wash over her. She parked the car and sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel as if it could somehow anchor her in the storm of emotions she was experiencing. She knew she had to make a choice, but the thought of cutting Philip out of her life felt like losing the one connection that still made sense to her.As she stepped out of the car and walked towards her building, Jessica tried to push the thoughts out of her mind. She needed to clear her head, to find some way to navigate through the tangled mess her life
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 48
Jessica drove through the darkened streets, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The encounter with her father’s man had left her shaken, and the thought of what lay ahead filled her with dread. She had always known that her father was a controlling, manipulative man, but the reality of his power over her life was becoming more apparent with each passing day.As she approached her father’s estate, a sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the city, Jessica felt a chill run down her spine. The tall iron gates loomed ahead, their black metal twisted into intricate designs that gave the place an almost gothic appearance. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she pulled up to the gate.The guard on duty stepped out of the small booth and gave her a nod before pressing a button that caused the gates to slowly swing open. Jessica drove through, the gravel crunching under her tires as she made her way up the long driveway. The mansion stood at the top of a small hill
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