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Chapter 1392
Eleanor, with the quiet resolve of one who cannot bear to face the heartache of departure, left her
words hanging in the cool morning air as she took a step back and turned away.
Other expectant mothers glowed with a hearty roundness, but Eleanor, even in pregnancy, seemed
frail, as if a gentle breeze might topple her.
Bernard watched her fragile silhouette retreating, his heart aching so fiercely that he could no longer
contain himself. He called out her name, his voice trembling with emotion, “Eleanor.”
At the sound of his quavering voice, Eleanor’s pace slowed, but she did not turn around. She was
waiting for him to say, “Let’s go together, but the words
never came.
“I’ll come back with the might of the Siren Organization. Don’t stay in Area Opaca, it’s too dangerous,”
he said instead.
With those words, Eleanor’s hope sank. She nodded slightly, then without looking back, quickened her
steps toward the entrance of the District A mansion.
This time, Bernard didn’t call out to stop her. No matter how much he wanted to, he simply couldn’t.
Because he knew as long as he left, Yates wouldn’t harm her.
Only with this silent agreement did Bernard cooperate with Yates. But it tore at his soul to let Eleanor
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwalk away without looking back. Sensing his reluctance, Eleanor paused after a few steps, turned
around, and faced him again.
“There are two things I forgot to tell you,” she said with a steadiness that belied her turmoil. “The Siren
Organization was founded before you were born, back then it was known as Darkness.
“Yates’ vendetta against the Siren Organization stems from the fact that its members once kill my
grandmother. You might find a lead there, tracing back the enmity between Darkness and Yates.”
With that, Eleanor walked away, leaving Bernard frozen in place. Siren Organization-and its former
identity as Darkness-existed long before his birth? But Mr. Penrod had told him that the Siren
Organization was created to cultivate power for him, and it was only later that Bernard discovered Mr.
Penrod only helped him because of Tammie Pine.
If the Siren Organization already existed before his birth, it meant Mr. Penrod had been deceiving him
all along. But why? Why deceive him?
Before Bernard could sort through the onslaught of information, a helicopter swooped in, landing in
front of him. A man in a sharp suit descended from the aircraft.
“Mr. Nine, I’ve been instructed to take you to Thailand. Let me escort you,” the man said.
Bernard looked back toward the mansion, at the woman standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. She
must have seen him through surveillance, his actions a calculated performance for her eyes only.
Swallowing his rage and heartache, Bernard stepped into the helicopter.
As the chopper ascended, Eleanor, who thought she had no tears left, found them cascading down her
cheeks. She stepped out of the mansion, gazing up at the quickly receding helicopter like a child
abandoned.
Through her tear-blurred vision, she thought she saw Bernard inside the helicopter, turning slightly, his
gaze falling on her.
But the distance was too great, the chopper too fast, and soon Eleanor’s figure blurred into a speck
amid the canopy of trees until she vanished from sight. Only then did Bernard look away, his eyes cold
and resolute, focused on the flight path ahead.
Yates had let him go, not even bothering to drug him or fear his return for vengeance. Whether it was
audacity or another ploy, Bernard was determined to return with his men and exact revenge.
He would personally slit Yates’ throat, claim his head for Caleb, and avenge the members lost in the
biohazard zone. Regardless of Mr. Penrod’s deceit, Bernard vowed to slay as many of Area Opaca’s
puppeteers as necessary to honor the fallen.
With hatred suppressing the pain of losing Eleanor, Bernard relaxed his tense and sore body, leaning
against the helicopter’s interior, his gaze icy and unwavering.
On the other side of the surveillance feed, Yates knew Bernard’s declaration of vengeance was meant
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmfor his ears. It played right into his hands.
He wanted Bernard to return with the Siren Organization so he could destroy more of its members
without having to hunt them down one by one. And with the modified chip in Bernard’s brain, no matter
how skilled Bernard was, he couldn’t tamper with the explosive program embedded within. So, even if
Bernard recklessly led the Siren Organization back to Area Opaca, he was bound to fall into Yates’ trap
once more.
Their battle of life and death, the deep-seated war between Area Opaca and the Siren Organization,
was set to begin anew once Eleanor was out of the picture.
Having orchestrated everything, Yates saw Eleanor being escorted back by the butler and promptly left
his station to approach her.
“He’s gone?” he asked. She nodded in acknowledgment, emotionless.
Take me to Sophie. I need to deal with her, Eleanor stated flatly.
He would do what he needed to do, and she would do the sarne. As long as they were both unharmed,
it was enough. As for being apart-so be it. “Sure, I’m free now. I’ll take you to her,” Yates said, passing
by Eleanor with a calculated smile playing at the corner of his lips as he exited the conference
room.
He had effectively silenced Cameron and Sophie with the threat of leaving them alive, a mercy they’d
be foolish to squander. Now, he was far from fearing Eleanor’s encounter with Sophie.
Instead, he saw a golden opportunity to deal with Cameron Ratliff, the scumbag who had hurt Vanya
Pine, and to settle the score with Sophie, the bitch