Chapter 1377

Without offering any explanation or begging for mercy, Peterson simply walked into the middle of the study. With his back to Yates, he shrugged off his coat and knelt down with a stoic grace.

With a whip in hand, Yates rose from the leather couch, his gaze unwavering as he lashed out at Peterson’s scar-riddled back. Twenty times the whip cracked, each strike splitting skin and drawing fresh, crimson blood that spurted out in a grim display. Through the excruciating pain, Peterson didn’t utter a single sound.

Once done, Yates tossed the whip aside and stared coldly at Peterson.

“The chip in Bernard’s head, and the injuries he had-I don’t want you mentioning a word to Eleanor. Next time, it won’t just be twenty lashes.”

Biting back the pain, Peterson dressed, turned with a pale face, and nodded to Yates.

“You have my word, I won’t interfere any further.”

He had already betrayed his grandfather once, he couldn’t bear to do it again. So now, it was up to Eleanor to uncover the truth on her own.

After dealing with Peterson, Yates stood up, “We set out for Area Opaca now. We must return by six in the morning. Make the arrangements.”

“Understood.”

as Eleanor appeared outside, waiting. He quickly wiped the

heard a thing. And with two bodyguards stationed

injuries hidden by the black suit, smiled reassuringly. “Our grandfather? How could

off. “Dear Eleanor, my mother

in his demeanor, Eleanor nodded. “Then go, but if Yates gives you trouble, tell me. I’ll

in exchange for his cousin’s trust and care was a price he was willing to pay.

through the back of the mansion. A group of figures in black, their faces masked, quickly made their way to Area

as far as the eye could see. From above, one could peer through the glass and see the lifeless

experiments, each marked with the letter ‘S’-members of the Siren Organization.

long, elegant hands resting on it. Following those well-defined

as dazzling as the stars, now held nothing but emptiness and uncountable despair-the despair of a husband who has lost his wife to the sea, and of a man surrounded

had wished to join them, but the hatred etched into his bones kept waking

he did, time and again, through infection

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