A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1391

Eleanor stepped out of the room and made her way down the long corridor, her heels clicking against the polished floor. As she passed the boardroom, a thunderous voice echoed through the half-open door. It was Yates, and he was in a foul mood, berating the staff.

“You pull a stunt like that again, and I swear, the folks from District B2 will be cut off from the central betting pool. Then we’ll see how you like making

ends meet!”

Eleanor paused, peering through the doorway. At that precise moment, Yates caught sight of her and his voice dropped to a hush, “Everyone out, now.”

Once the room had emptied, Yates gestured to her with a softened tone, “Come in, Eleanor.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she entered the room and sat down at his indication.

No sooner had she settled into the chair than Yates opened a drawer and took out a jar of sour plums, setting it before her, “All set?”

Just as Eleanor was about to respond, Yates leaned across her, his gaze fixing on Bernard, who was passing by outside, “Number 9, come on in.”

after a brief moment of surprise upon seeing

with your tasks

and clenching his fists behind his back, nodded without

hiccup with one of your guys from the fifth unit during a client pickup. I need you to take a trip to Country SuloriaAltavia and

Bernard’s true identity and was using it to force a breakup between them.

for the truth, but hearing Yates’ request dispelled her suspicions…

secret, he would never

Bernard, who only realized Yates’ intent when he was

chance to leave, concealed any abnormal reaction, showing only deference to

Eleanor called out quickly, “I’ll walk you out.”

response, she rose and walked towards the elevator, leaving the boardroom behind. Bernard followed, knowing she

he watched Bernard’s figure stride away. He silently cursed Bernard’s gentle approach to the breakup. But Yates had anticipated this, and the night Bernard was allowed to leave the biozone, Yates had granted him access privileges, all for

savvy, Yates was unmatched in the art of manipulation. Bernard, powerless to fight back, had no choice but to contain his emotions and

control panel and began the verification process: palm, fingerprints, iris, face, full body. The process was smooth, a clear sign that Yates had enabled his

hopes were shattered. She fought back a rising sorrow and joined him in silence. They ascended