Chapter 70

The quiet hum of the interrogation room filled the air as Julian and Erica stood before the one-way mirror, watching Ophelia seated calmly inside. Her hands were bound, her face as unreadable as ever, exuding a chilling calm even in captivity. If she felt the sting of defeat, she hid it well. Ophelia sat poised, almost as if she were hosting rather than being held under lock and key.

Erica’s fingers twitched with a barely concealed urge to confront her directly, but Julian’s hand on her shoulder kept her grounded. “Remember,” he said softly, his eyes meeting hers. “This isn’t just about getting answers. It’s about unearthing everything she’s kept hidden. We have to be strategic.”

Erica nodded, exhaling slowly. She steeled herself, focusing on the task at hand. “I know. But seeing her sitting there, so composed… it’s infuriating.”

“That's exactly what she wants,” Julian replied, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll break her down by peeling away at her defenses. She won’t s