The door to the control room burst open, and Elena felt a rush of cold air hit her face. Inside, the room was filled with monitors, each displaying files, maps, and images that made Elena's blood run cold. This was it—the heart of everything. The truth.
But as she stepped forward, a voice called out from behind her.
"You're too late, Elena."
Elena's heart stopped as she turned to face her mother, who stood in the doorway, flanked by more armed men.
"It's over," her mother said, her voice filled with finality. "You'll never win."
Elena's gaze flickered to Henri, who was standing by her side, resolute.
"We'll see about that," Elena said, her voice as cold as steel.
And as the confrontation unfolded, Elena knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for. The moment when the truth would finally be exposed. The final battle for everything she had lost.