A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 903

Bernard rolled up the car window, turned his head, and said with a cool indifference, "Tomorrow at 8 a.m., we'll meet at the airport."

Robin, like him, wouldn't betray the ones he wanted to protect. For Robin, that person was his mother. So even if it killed him, he wouldn't spill the beans. So let's just keep playing this game, after all, no risk, no reward.

In five months, Bernard would be off to God knows where, his fate uncertain. But before that, he'd clear the deck of any threats to Eleanor. Only when she was safe and under the protection of the Laurence family would he be able to leave with peace of mind.

And the biggest threat to Eleanor right now was Robin's mother. Next in line was Evelyn, who was fighting Eleanor over the kid. Once he'd dealt with Robin's mother, Evelyn was next. He would clear the path for Eleanor, no matter what.

Robin had assumed Bernard would reject his proposition outright. However, Bernard's swift agreement took him aback. What was he planning now?

Burned once, Robin swiftly pieced together the potential implications of Bernard's plan. Yet, still in the crosshairs, he refrained from exposing Bernard's machinations. His priority was to get back, alert his mother to brace herself. That held more importance than engaging Bernard in a battle of wits.

With this rationale, Robin chose to play along, "You're welcome to use my private jet."

Bernard, already disembarked, swiveled around, casting a downward glance at Robin, "Mr. Spencer, you appear to forget, the game is never played on your terms."

With a final statement, he forcefully shut the car door. From the exterior, a chilling voice echoed, "The car gets dirty, so feel free to abandon it."

Elbert was throttling his motorcycle at a breath-taking pace, making a beeline for the Fiord Roundabout.

He slammed the brakes, a plume of black smoke unfurling in his wake as he screeched to a halt.

Removing his helmet, Elbert twisted around to check on Eleanor, "Eleanor, are you alright?"

Eleanor gave her head a shake, and once her sense of balance restored, she gestured to Elbert, "I'm okay, I'll dismount now..."

She grabbed hold of the rail and climbed down from the high motorcycle. The moment her feet touched the ground, she let out a sigh of relief.

The motorcycle had been going too fast, it had scared the living daylights out of her. She was never going to ride it again, it was just too terrifying.

Elbert saw her pale face and the queasy expression on her face and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Eleanor, you really can't handle it. What are you going to do next time Bernard and I race, and you have to ride with me?"

Yes, Elbert had it all planned out.

Waiting for the right moment, he would challenge Bernard to another race. Loser slaps the winner four times.