A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 903

Bernard rolled up the car window, turned his head, and said with a cool indifference, “Tomorrow at 8 am, 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.

the brakes, a plume of black smoke unfurling

helmet. Elbert twisted around to check

balance restored, she gestured to Elbert, “I’m okay,

the high motorcycle. The moment her feet

again,

really can’t handle it. What are you going to do next time Bernard and I race, and you

it all planned out.

to another race.

he was going to lose to old

convinced that Bernard’s win last time

this over,

was a call from Robin, and quickly answered,

were the one who helped Eleanor escape from the

was worried something might happen to her, so I helped her get

“You idiot!”

ear–splitting shout came from the other end of the line, tinged with a note of exhaustion.