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.

he fell, Bernard, with deliberate

well, thought

looks, was merely using the corpse’s clothing to wipe

lifted his own gun

How do you plan

still leisurely cleaning his blade, responded without looking up,

your cousin-in-law, my wife and I can take you out

felt his heart seize up

never should’ve saved you!” Grinding his teeth, Robin holstered his

stormed off, intent on retreating, but halfway through,

couldn’t just leave Eleanor

thought, Robin, swallowing his towering rage, shamelessly headed

had finished off the last controller, also made their way swiftly to the biozone to join Bernard.

of them, not a

traces of blood, straightened up and sheathed his golden knife.

the

“Locked up.”

icy, solemn gaze toward the last remaining