Chapter 200
Evelyn continued to talk, revealing every secret she knew about Thorne's operation. She explained the intricacies of the vine's genetic structure, the specific compounds Thorne was using to enhance their growth and aggression, and the locations of his hidden labs scattered throughout the city.
Her tone was clinical, detached, as if discussing someone else's misdeeds. It was a performance, a carefully crafted display of cooperation designed to manipulate us, to paint herself as a mere pawn in Thorne's game, an innocent caught in the crossfire.
But I wasn't buying it. I saw the glint of ambition in her eyes, the subtle shift in her posture as she recounted her role in Thorne's schemes. She was trying to control the narrative, to minimize her culpability and maximize her chances of a favorable outcome. And I was determined not to let her succeed.
