Chapter 1383

If Yates weren’t the founder of Area Opaca, Eleanor might have found his actions somewhat touching.

But at that moment, she felt nothing, simply quickening her pace to keep up with his stride.

Peterson was the one behind the wheel, and there were no other passengers.

Eleanor thus confirmed her earlier suspicion: aside from Peterson, the rest of the Sharp clan were oblivious to Area Opaca’s existence.

She scoffed at Yates’ ability to deceive, while he tried to impress upon her just how ruthless the Siren Organization was, and the extent of suffering its victims within Area Opaca had endured.

Yates’ attempts at indoctrination bored Eleanor. She threw him a few sarcastic remarks, turned her head away, and started to memorize the route as the landscape whizzed by outside the window…

The journey was long, entailing a drive, followed by a helicopter ride, a ferry crossing, and several more rotations of helicopter transport, spanning an entire day and night, before reaching an unnamed mountaintop.

Eleanor suspected Yates was deliberately taking a roundabout route to prevent her from memorizing the path. Yet, as they transferred from one mode of transportation to another with such familiarity, it didn’t quite seem so.

with irritation. “That cunning old man,” he muttered under

kind of counter-surveillance skill, we would’ve toppled him by now. Don’t rush it,

the two men waited, Eleanor was already following Yates and Peterson towards a secluded

too much. He pointed out

north is District B, to the west is District C, and to the east, that’s

since she was to be a player, she should

then did Eleanor realize that Area Opaca was established underground and those villas were its gateways.

villas housing ordinary residents could be the facade for a den of malice. Having explained the essentials of

reverence.

family, well-cared for by Yates, who had provided for them and nurtured their children – it was no wonder they held him in such high esteem.

thinking, but she was repulsed that he used these skills for nefarious purposes. Yates led her to a basement that felt like a labyrinth, twisting

the door swing open. Entering Area Opaca wasn’t as simple as stepping through the door; it required an elevator ride, followed

directly to the control room – the nerve center from

brought over a mask, painted with the image of a Blue Jay, a favorite

thoughts of vengeance, something that made Eleanor

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