Chapter 107

Patrick’s heart pounded as he hurried through the quiet streets. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky with deep purples and oranges, but Patrick had no time to admire the beauty of the evening. He had a mission, and every second counted.

Reaching his small house situated on the edge of the estate, Patrick quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside. The familiar scent of old books and leather greeted him, but tonight, his sanctuary felt different—more like a war room than a home. He closed the door behind him, double-checking the lock before making his way to his study. He sank into his chair, placing Andrew’s phone on the desk in front of him.

He switched on the small desk lamp and took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. He had a hunch that there was something important on Andrew’s phone—something that could help him make sense of all this chaos.

He grabbed the phone and went through Andrew's filtered messages. There they were—messages Andrew had deemed as unimportant or
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