Chapter 1380

“Absolutely.” Yates nodded.

“Even with Eleanor in the picture, there’s no way we can bury the hatchet. So, Mr. Laurence, you either have to give up your vendetta for Eleanor’s sake or cut ties with her completely.”

On hearing it, the look in Bernard’s eyes turned icy cold, “Have you ever thought that if she knew about my situation, even if we were always at odds, the person she would definitely choose me, not you”

“Because I know her choice, that’s exactly why I came to you tonight to lay my cards on the table. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be easier for me to just put a bullet in you?”

Yates’ tone conveyed just how much he now valued Eleanor, clearly more than the founding of the Siren Organization.

Catching onto this, Bernard let his long lashes fall, shielding the calculating glint in his eyes.

“Where’s the meet-up tomorrow?”

“Right here.”

Bernard was about to agree, planning to deal with the meeting the next day, but Yates cut off his hope with a single sentence.

right then and there.” Bernard, who had been constantly threatened by this device, showed a trace of despair in his eyes, but his otherworldly handsome face broke into a

of her hating you for the rest of her life, then suit

on Bernard’s lips and spoke in an indifferent voice, “If you don’t want her to live with the pain of losing you,

more for Eleanor. Clearly, Bernard’s affection for her was deeper. He feared she’d be scarred, live in agony, or worse, follow him down a dark path. So,

to kiss her, to tell her

they were pushing him to the brink.

concession. A victorious smile played beneath his mask. He stepped back, returned to the couch, and sat down before looking up at Bernard

scoffed coldly, “What more do you think you can threaten me with?”

might not believe everything. She’s also kind, so she might forgive you once she does. So I’m adding another condition concerning the child she’s carrying.”

was

joy before Yates’

divorce is final and that you will never be with her again-for whatever reason you come up

through Bernard’s heart, his

despite his injuries, ready to go down fighting, but Peterson’s gun was faster, “Bernard, listen to the boss for now. We can sort this out later,”

to great lengths for a child, consulting doctors far and wide. Now that she’s finally pregnant, you

him, wishing he could tear him apart.

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