A Second Chance at Forever

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.

as he pounded the steering wheel, his voice laced with irritation. “That cunning old man,” he muttered under his breath, “Despite our chopper on

Opaca. If he lacked this kind of counter-surveillance skill, we would’ve toppled him by now. Don’t rush it, we’ll wait for the lady to send her location.”

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

much. He pointed out

to the north is District B, to the west is

Opaca’s layout, Yates told Eleanor that since she was to be

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

a den of malice. Having explained

reverence.

Eleanor learned that the couple were former housekeepers for the Sharp family, well-cared for by Yates, who had provided for them and nurtured their children – it was no wonder they held him in such

for nefarious purposes. Yates led her to a basement that felt like a labyrinth, twisting and

– facial recognition, iris scanning, palm print, voice verification- and only then did the door swing open. Entering Area Opaca wasn’t as simple as stepping through the

to the upper level, directly to the control room – the nerve center from which he

painted with the image

as a reminder to avenge her, always instilling thoughts of vengeance, something that made Eleanor uneasy. Yet, she had her reasons for being there and suppressed