NovelEnglishSarah didn't hesitate any longer, she continued preparing the various reagents needed for the task at hand.
Queena's smug expression remained plastered on her face, unwavering. She had made a major breakthrough this time, and once
everything was over, she could finally be with lan!
Her hands moved swiftly, almost as if she wished she could start experimenting on Fitch immediately.
Yet, the most composed person in the room was Bernard. He even had Lingery prepare a steak dinner with a fine red wine, setting
it up by the window where he leisurely began to eat, using his knife and fork with deliberate care.
He wasn't the least bit worried about the snipers outside. This area was his territory, and he had his own sharpshooters. Anyone
foolish enough to intrude uninvited would end up as nothing more than a corpse.
Moreover, he had planted bombs underground, and with so many hostages in play, his victory was all but assured.
Bernard slowly sliced his steak, glancing over at the long-silent piano beside him, and then said to Lingery, "Lingery, play
something fitting for the moment."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBernard had taught him everything, including all the skills he possessed.
Bernard was a master of many instruments. In his youth, he was especially good with the violin. It was told that his violin playing,
accompanying Yvonne on the piano, was what made her fall for him completely.
They were childhood sweethearts and got engaged shortly after they started dating.
Lingery took his seat at the old-fashioned piano and began to play it. Bernard sipped his wine, watching the occasional helicopter
flutter by the window, his lips upturned.
At 6:30 a.m. sharp, the experiment began.
Sarah had approached Fitch and just after injecting the first reagent, an overwhelming siren blared from outside.
Bernard elegantly swirled his wine, slightly raising an eyebrow. Were these people insane? Hadn't he made it clear that the area
was rigged with explosives? Did they not care at all about the lives of their loved ones?
Impossible. Human nature was inherently selfish. He motioned for Lingery to hand him the binoculars.
Peering through them, he looked toward the main gate. A military-grade black SUV had pulled up, its chassis high off the ground,
and a figure stepped down.
Bernard's men were about to shoot when his voice cthrough their earpieces.
"Stand down."
The sniper's hand twitched, and a bullet grazed the vehicle's door. Bernard's face darkened instantly, "Who gave you permission to
fire?"
There was silence. Twenty snipers lay in wait at this area; their orders had been clear: shoot to kill any intruders. But Bernard was
having second thoughts.
Sweat trickled down the men's faces as they waited for new orders from Bernard.
At the gate was none other than Yvonne's father, Leonald. Since Yvonne's death, Bernard had not seen Leonald.
The family had once sought fortune-telling concerning Yvonne's love life, being told she would face a great downfall. Leonald,
doting on his only daughter, naturally opposed the marriage, fearing the seer's words would ctrue.
They had Yvonne at old ages, and cherished her too much to allow any harm to cto her. But Yvonne loved Bernard too deeply.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen Bernard had proposed, he knelt outside the family hfor two days and nights, nearly passing out.
Finally, Leonald relented with a heavy sigh and agreed to the marriage.
The two families were acquainted, but Bernard was considered ill-fated; his parents had died on a mission, and after a brief period
of happiness with Yvonne, she too passed away when their child was twelve.
It was suicide. She had turned on the gas in this very cottage.
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