Chapter 11 The Battle For Truth

• The car cut through the silent London streets, its headlights slicing through the thick fog that clung to the city. Inside, the tension was suffocating. Emma clutched the folder tightly, her knuckles white, as the weight of Maxwell’s power play bore down on her. He had set the stage before she even had a chance to fight back.
• But this wasn’t over.
• Lucas’s hands were tight on the wheel, his jaw clenched. Grace sat beside him, furiously scrolling through her phone, her expression growing darker by the second.