A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

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Chapter 1402

Beyond the borders of Golden Sea District the helicopter settled gracefully onto the trimmed lawn. The

pilot, a man in a sharp suit, glanced over his shoulder at the passenger behind him. “Mr. Nine, we’ve

arrived. Time to switch rides.”

The passenger, known only as Bernard, lifted his heavy-lidded gaze, a cold, dangerous glint in his eyes

that sent a shiver down the pilot’s spine. In an instant, darkness enveloped the pilot’s vision as he

slumped onto the controls, unconscious.

With an emotionless expression, Bernard unwound his silk tie from around his neck, looping it around

his fingers as he stepped off the helicopter. The ground crew, who had been ready for the transfer,

watched in shock as Bernard knocked out their colleague. Like bees swarming, they rushed toward

him.

Bernard finished wrapping his tie around his hand, clenched his fist, and faced the approaching crowd.

His eyes didn’t even blink as his fists flew, landing hard and fast against the faces of the pilots.

Despite nursing injuries, his combat skills were unmatched, and the men of Area Opaca were no match

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for him. In mere moments, he had laid out a group of adversaries.

Kicking aside a fallen pilot, Bernard’s icy gaze lifted as he unwound the tie from his hand and strode

swiftly toward the helicopter.

With seamless precision, he fired up the rotors, seized the controls, and lifted off. As the chopper

soared away, a black tie fluttered to the ground… The battered pilots on the ground, regaining their

senses, grabbed their phones and dialed the control room.

“Boss, Bernard got away.”

The controllers, each with their own agenda, turned their eyes toward Yates, the old man at the center

of it all. Without a hint of emotion, he simply said, “Let him go.”

His stratagem was similar to a game of patience – biding his time and planning to nab all his opponents

at once, instead of chasing them down one by one, thus conserving resources.

Bernard, piloting the helicopter away from Golden Sea District realized his brain chip was silent, a clear

sign that Yates had intentionally let him escape. He had to admit, Yates was a master strategist. Even

though he hadn’t instigated the situation, Yates had manipulated everything, even using Eleanor’s

desire to rescue him to his advantage. He had lured Eleanor into becoming a pawn in his game, taking

her, the child, and Bernard’s freedom and life as leverage to force a break-up.

Once the split was done, Yates had enacted a charade of letting Bernard go, dispelling Eleanor’s

doubts while fulfilling his promise.

In reality, letting Bernard escape was a ploy to draw him back with S in tow, to capture them all in one

fell swoop. That was the ultimate aim of the game. But even knowing Yates’ intentions, Bernard was

determined to avenge Caleb and his crew. His immediate priority was to remove the brain chip and free

himself from control.

Recalling Eleanor’s contact with Aidyn before entering Area Opaca, he guessed they would be nearby

and landed just outside Golden Sea District.

He needed to return home quickly to deal with the chip, so his first act after landing was to abandon the

chopper and head to a public area to call Aidyn. Aidyn, scouring Golden Sea District for any sign of

Area Opaca, felt a weight lift off his heart upon hearing Bernard’s voice after so many months. “Mr.

Laurence, I’m on my way to get you.”

Without wasting another second, Aidyn hung up and floored the accelerator, leaving Scott, who had

been eager to hear Mr. Law’s voice, fuming with irritation.

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“Why couldn’t you let me have a word before hanging up?”

There’s no need for words; we’ll see Mr. Laurence soon enough.”

Unperturbed, Aidyn drove on, his car speeding toward Bernard’s location. Scott, unable to contain his

frustration, landed a heavy punch on Aidyn’s arm. Aidyn winced in pain but didn’t retaliate, instead

stealing a glance at Scott. Their eyes met, and suddenly, the tension broke as they both burst into

laughter.

For them, as long as Mr. Laurence was alive and safe, they could breathe easy and smile again.

Without that assurance, peace of mind would always be out of reach.

Aidyn, driving swiftly, reached the public area where Bernard waited just as dusk approached. He

hadn’t even stepped out of the car when he spotted the man standing in the sunlight, hands casually

tucked into his pockets.

Bernard always presented an air of unruffled composure, like the last flower standing resilient against

the chill of winter. Unyielding to the frost, it remained a vibrant testament to purity and defiance.

There, bathed in the soft amber light, was Bernard-much like that solitary flower, standing quietly amid

the crowd. His silent figure seemed out of place in this world, both alien and astonishingly brilliant.

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