Chapter 1381

Bernard couldn’t help but let out a bitter chuckle; he felt like he was a pawn in some sick cosmic game. His laugh, paired with the bloodshot look in his eyes, didn’t seem to faze Yates.

“I will give you ten minutes to think it over,” Yates said, then turned on his heel and left the sterile, white lab, his entourage of suited goons trailing behind

him.

Only Peterson lingered, waiting until Yates and the others had left before leaning in to whisper to Bernard, “Just play along for now, and once you’re out, you can explain everything to her.”

“Boy, do you think I’m deaf?” Yates’ menacing voice came from outside the door, making Peterson clamp his mouth shut and quickly step out of the lab.

Yates removed his mask, revealing eyes that simmered with malice, as he glared at Peterson.

“You’ve just earned yourself another twenty lashes,” he ordered coldly.

Peterson, slightly afraid of his grandfather, nodded his head in resignation and murmured, “Yes, sir.”

Yates looked away, directing the others.

“No.3, head to the control room and initiate the program; I’ll need it later.”

“The rest of you, secure the chip in the mobile unit, and then destroy the chip lab.”

operatives: no one was to speak of the chip or Bernard’s ordeal at Area Opaca ever again.

the cryptic message.

imposing stance over Bernard,

your decision?”

no other response. Yates wasn’t in a

answer.

it seemed to the promise of unlimited freedom 1-1 had initially offered. The offer might seem to favor Bernard, but the true beneficiary was

navigated the cutthroat business world for years, and now he faced a formidable opponent.

a grandfather

without the Siren Organization, she wouldn’t have faced these

victim of the Siren Organization. If she hadn’t been killed, Eleanor’s mother wouldn’t have remarried to Cameron, and Eleanor

opened his eyes, facing the masked man with a sudden urge to ask him what Eleanor’s misfortunes had to do with the Siren Organization. But just as quickly, his

his own score to settle, and whatever the reason, he wouldn’t let his brothers lie here in vain-he would have

gaze on Yates turned icy, layered with hatred enough to burn through his protective suit. But being

to your terms, then

knows when she arrives tomorrow. Let her speak

the fact that he was the founder of

tomorrow.

interests, so today’s negotiation did not involve revealing his identity in exchange for the founder of the Siren

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