A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1420

Bernard who had breached the biozone with lightning speed, Bernard, had intended to grab Yates for a little heart-to-heart.

Yet, what he hadn’t expected was that the puppet master behind the seventh round of their twisted game was holed up right here.

Bernard’s eyes, cold as a winter’s frost, zeroed in on his target’s head in the blink of an eye.

The moment his skull was cracked open, Bernard knew the seventh round had been tampered with on purpose. Caleb… Caleb could have made it out alive. But to test him, they let Caleb die in the snake nest!

This vendetta, this ocean of blood owed, Bernard was determined to settle it with his own hands.

His white-gloved hand slid the gun back into his belt and slowly drew out a gleaming golden knife.

Bernard holding the knife, his gaze lifting, charged toward the controller of District B1-9 with blinding speed.

The hapless puppet master, still caught in the fray, couldn’t even make out who was barreling toward him before his throat was slashed open.

Clutching at his throat, spewing blood, he stared with eyes full of unwillingness at Bernard, who had already sheathed his knife… In his dying moment, he finally understood why Bernard had targeted only him – Because he had killed Caleb.

Even if Kermit Hyde had given the order, an accomplice was still fair game for death.

fell, Bernard, with deliberate calm, crouched

as well, thought

with his devastatingly good looks, was merely using the corpse’s clothing to wipe the

then lifted his own gun to

bacon. How do you plan

cleaning his blade, responded without looking up, his voice light.

if you don’t mind, after we rescue your cousin-in-law, my wife and I can

his shock, felt his heart seize up again, wishing

Grinding his teeth, Robin holstered his weapon.

off, intent on retreating, but halfway through, he stopped.

just leave

that thought, Robin, swallowing his towering rage, shamelessly headed back into the fray.

finished off the last controller, also made their way

Law, 49 of them, not a

all traces of blood, straightened up and sheathed

the

“Locked up.”

icy, solemn gaze toward the last remaining loudspeaker