Chapter 785

• Chapter Seven Hundred and Eighty Five
• Evelyn sat in a high-backed leather chair, her silken crimson dress flowing around her like a pool of fresh blood under the pale white neon lights of the server room. Her long, manicured fingers held a glass of dark wine, the red liquid catching the reflection of the massive digital wall map tracking global communication traffic.
• A sharp, distinctive chime echoed from a secure console beside her, the text from the Underlord at Sterling’s mansion materialized on her private screen.