Chapter 200: The Final Confrontation
Evelyn continued to talk, her voice steady and measured, as if she were reciting a report rather than confessing to crimes that had shaken the city to its core. She laid out every secret she knew about Thorne's operation, the genetic structure of the vines, the specific compounds used to enhance their growth and aggression, the locations of hidden laboratories scattered throughout the city like poison seeds waiting to sprout.
Her tone was clinical. Detached. As if she were discussing someone else's misdeeds, someone else's sins.
It was a performance.
A carefully crafted display of cooperation designed to manipulate us, to paint herself as a mere pawn in Thorne's twisted game. An innocent caught in crossfire she never wanted.
But I wasn't buying it.
