A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1383

If Yates weren’t the founder of Area Opaca, Eleanor might have found his actions somewhat touching.

But at that moment, she felt nothing, simply quickening her pace to keep up with his stride.

Peterson was the one behind the wheel, and there were no other passengers.

Eleanor thus confirmed her earlier suspicion: aside from Peterson, the rest of the Sharp clan were oblivious to Area Opaca’s existence.

She scoffed at Yates’ ability to deceive, while he tried to impress upon her just how ruthless the Siren Organization was, and the extent of suffering its victims within Area Opaca had endured.

Yates’ attempts at indoctrination bored Eleanor. She threw him a few sarcastic remarks, turned her head away, and started to memorize the route as the landscape whizzed by outside the window…

The journey was long, entailing a drive, followed by a helicopter ride, a ferry crossing, and several more rotations of helicopter transport, spanning an entire day and night, before reaching an unnamed mountaintop.

Eleanor suspected Yates was deliberately taking a roundabout route to prevent her from memorizing the path. Yet, as they transferred from one mode of transportation to another with such familiarity, it didn’t quite seem so.

steering wheel, his voice laced with irritation. “That cunning old man,” he muttered under his breath, “Despite

the guy founded Area Opaca. If he lacked this kind of counter-surveillance skill,

following Yates and Peterson towards a secluded cottage.

worried about her knowing too much. He pointed out

north is District B, to the west is District C, and to the east,

she was to be a player, she

was established underground and

location, nor would they imagine that villas housing ordinary residents could be the facade for a den of malice. Having explained the essentials of

reverence.

for by Yates, who had provided for them and nurtured their children – it

that he used these skills for nefarious purposes. Yates led her to a basement that felt like a labyrinth, twisting and

– facial recognition, iris scanning, palm print, voice verification- and only then did the door swing open. Entering Area Opaca wasn’t as simple as stepping through the door; it required an elevator ride,

her to the upper level, directly to the control room – the nerve center

mask, painted with the image of a Blue Jay,

as a reminder to avenge her, always instilling thoughts of vengeance, something that made Eleanor uneasy. Yet,

call the other operators