Chapter 1321

Bernard jolted awake, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. Instinctively, he thought of Eleanor and the pain intensified. He had sent her away without explanation, and he didn’t know whether it was right or wrong. But he felt an unsettling sense of loss, as if something precious was slipping away from him.

The excruciating pain turned his face pale, his fingers gently tracing the bite mark on his collarbone. The pain eased a little at the touch. Eleanor had left a mark on him, a beacon in his loneliness, a temporary respite from his gloom.

Wrapped in darkness, he could hardly see anything. The sound of rhythmic tapping echoed from the adjoining wall: Bernard sat up straight, straining his ears to decipher the Morse code: [It’s me, Mr. Quartus.]

With a nod, he tapped back: [How’s Robin doing?]

A cold, ruthless look flashed in Bernard’s eyes. He had a hard time killing Sophie and Mr. Ben due to the chip control. But he could take someone else down in their place.

With this thought, he tapped back: [Robin died in the eighth round.]

Mr. Quartus’ hand froze on the wall, but quickly regained composure: [Understood.]

eyelashes, hiding his emotions, and sent another message: [He was Wendy Pine’s son, your nephew. Don’t you want revenge for him?]

and sophisticated, leaned against

man in the upper district would tamper with the program after Robin’s game failure. Knowing the rules of Area

to a flame, he had tried to manipulate others to his advantage but to no

me, which my

shooting game. The people in the upper district could tamper with the program, but the shot would still hit. Whether one could survive was another

had had enough of those two, flaunting in Area Opaca as they carried the list of the members of Siren Organization. He didn’t understand why a traitor felt entitled to challenge

him.

manipulated the game but also hacked into 1-1’s privileges to get to the lower

at his disposal,

Eleanor from

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