Chapter 189 The Final Game Begins

The old study smelled of cedar and war. Rain streaked the windows behind them, lightning clawing across the sky in fractured veins. Genevieve stood at the center of the room, arms crossed tightly over her chest, staring at the corkboard Silas had pinned with names, bank accounts, and encrypted email chains. Each connection formed a noose around Caldwell’s empire. “He’s smart,” she said quietly. “But we’re smarter. And we’re desperate.”