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Chapter 1391
Eleanor stepped out of the room and made her way down the long corridor, her heels clicking against
the polished floor. As she passed the boardroom, a thunderous voice echoed through the half-open
door. It was Yates, and he was in a foul mood, berating the staff.
“You pull a stunt like that again, and I swear, the folks from District B2 will be cut off from the central
betting pool. Then we’ll see how you like making
ends meet!”
Eleanor paused, peering through the doorway. At that precise moment, Yates caught sight of her and
his voice dropped to a hush, “Everyone out, now.”
Once the room had emptied, Yates gestured to her with a softened tone, “Come in, Eleanor.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she entered the room and sat down at his indication.
No sooner had she settled into the chair than Yates opened a drawer and took out a jar of sour plums,
setting it before her, “All set?”
Just as Eleanor was about to respond, Yates leaned across her, his gaze fixing on Bernard, who was
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpassing by outside, “Number 9, come on in.”
Bernard halted, turned, and after a brief moment of surprise upon seeing Eleanor, he stepped inside.
“Are you done with your tasks for the day?”
Bernard, understanding Yates’ intention and clenching his fists behind his back, nodded without a hint
of emotion, “Yes.”
“Good. There’s been a hiccup with one of your guys from the fifth unit during a client pickup. I need you
to take a trip to Country SuloriaAltavia and lend a hand.”
Eleanor had harbored doubts that Yates knew about Bernard’s true identity and was using it to force a
breakup between them.
She had come to probe for the truth, but hearing Yates’ request dispelled her suspicions…
If Yates truly knew Bernard’s secret, he would never let him leave Area Opaca so easily.
Yates was a master of strategy and manipulation, outplaying even Bernard, who only realized Yates’
intent when he was summoned into the room.
Bernard, now with a chance to leave, concealed any abnormal reaction, showing only deference to his
superior, “I’m on it.”
He turned to leave, but Eleanor called out quickly, “I’ll walk you out.”
Without waiting for a response, she rose and walked towards the elevator, leaving the boardroom
behind. Bernard followed, knowing she wanted to verify his access privileges herself.
Yates’ eyes darkened as he watched Bernard’s figure stride away. He silently cursed Bernard’s gentle
approach to the breakup. But Yates had anticipated this, and the night Bernard was allowed to leave
the biozone, Yates had granted him access privileges, all for this very moment.
For all his cunning and political savvy, Yates was unmatched in the art of manipulation. Bernard,
powerless to fight back, had no choice but to contain his emotions and focus on survival.
Reaching the elevator, Eleanor turned to Bernard, who approached the control panel and began the
verification process: palm, fingerprints, iris, face, full body. The process was smooth, a clear sign that
Yates had enabled his access in advance.
As the elevator doors opened and Bernard stepped inside, Eleanor’s hopes were shattered. She fought
back a rising sorrow and joined him in silence. They ascended without a word, eventually exiting into a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmresidential area surrounded by lush greenery.
Eleanor finally stopped and looked up at Bernard, who had remained silent.
“I was still suspecting that Yates knew who you were, that he was restricting your freedom and using
me as leverage to force a breakup.”
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Bernard knew this was his last chance. If he admitted Yates’ knowledge, Eleanor would always hold
onto hope. But now, he was a hundred meters away from Area Opaca, and the chip in his head hadn’t
exploded, Bernard realized Yates had expanded his control.
Increased range meant Yates could control him at anytime, anywhere. Even if they left Area Opaca
together, it would be futile.
As the countdown in his head ticked faster, Bernard reached out and gently stroked Eleanor’s hair,
“Eleanor, I’ve told you, Yates doesn’t know about my identity. Besides, if he did… why would he ever
set a tiger free?”
Looking into Bernard’s sincere eyes, Eleanor’s last shred of hope vanished. Her heart ached, and her
eyes welled up with the discomfort of unshed tears, “I know, but…”
But what? Regardless of the reasons, the outcome was the same – Bernard was leaving her, and there
were no more ‘buts.
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