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.”

finished issuing orders, Yates pulled out his phone and sent a message to all the operatives: no one was to speak

office, furrowed his brow at the cryptic message. Ever since Bernard’s capture, Yates had been dishing out these bizarre orders.

imposing stance over Bernard, who sat with his

your decision?”

he offered no other response. Yates wasn’t in a hurry; he settled back into a couch, patiently waiting

answer.

contradictory as 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 1-1 -clever enough to secure his own

navigated the cutthroat business world for years, and now he faced a formidable opponent. A sardonic smile played on

unlucky to have a grandfather like you.”

Siren Organization, she wouldn’t

been a victim of the Siren Organization. If she hadn’t been killed, Eleanor’s mother

a sudden urge to ask him what Eleanor’s misfortunes had to do with the Siren Organization. But

vendetta against the organization. Bernard had his own score to settle, and whatever the reason, he wouldn’t let

that thought, Bernard’s gaze on Yates turned icy, layered with hatred enough to burn through his protective suit. But being in

me to agree to your terms, then take

she knows when she arrives

that he was the founder of Area Opaca, letting

tomorrow.

negotiation did not involve revealing his identity

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