A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1421

Yates arched a skeptical brow, seemingly caught off guard by Bernard's offer.

Was it sheer desperation to save Eleanor, or did he have an ulterior motive?

Yates didn't trust Bernard all that much, yet he was dying to know who the founder of the Siren Organization really was.

His eyes, seasoned by years of life's trials, spun with the complexity of human nature.

"If you're playing me, you'll never see Eleanor again." The cunning and shrewd always overthink, resorting to threats.

That was what made Yates detestable, and Bernard found it utterly contemptible.

"What right do you have to threaten me now?"

Bernard's voice, deep and clear, flowed through the intercom into Yates' ears.

"I'm only negotiating because of my wife."

The unspoken message was clear: if Eleanor wasn't in Yates' clutches, would Bernard even bother with negotiations?

He would have stormed the biozone like he had other territories, capturing Yates without a second thought, not patiently hashing out terms.

Now, a thoroughly defeated Yates truly had no ground to stand on. He couldn't possibly harm Eleanor, could he?

After all, how could Yates harm Eleanor, the granddaughter he had finally found?

But Yates suspected Bernard's offer was a ruse.

After much deliberation, Yates finally pressed the intercom button again.

"Tell me who it is first, then I'll release Eleanor."

A mocking smirk tinged the indifference in Bernard's eyes.

"Expecting information without releasing her? Do you think that's possible?"

"Then come and get her."

Yates, cool and composed, gave Bernard the location of the escape room.

"At the end of the biozone corridor, behind the square white wall, you'll find the escape room. The console code is 794203. Come alone."

Careful actions are the last resort of a defeated man, and Yates exemplified this to the fullest.

Evan and Gianna were speechless at this development, almost simultaneously shaking their heads at Bernard, signaling him not to go.

Bernard glanced at them, his gaze drifting past the 48 corpses lying in glass coffins, towards the end of the corridor.

"Yates, I'll say it again, you're in no position to make demands."

His eyes, cold as winter frost, shone with an unearthly glow, hinting at an obscure darkness and chilling indifference.