A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1383

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.

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

guy founded Area Opaca. If he lacked this kind of counter-surveillance skill, we would’ve toppled him by now. Don’t

Eleanor was already following

about her knowing too much. He pointed out the scattered villas

to the north is District B, to the west

Area Opaca’s layout, Yates told Eleanor that since she was to be a player, she should familiarize herself with the terrain and rules of

that Area Opaca was established underground and those villas were

could be the facade for a den of malice. Having explained the essentials of Area Opaca, Yates

reverence.

former housekeepers for the Sharp family, well-cared for by Yates, who had provided for them

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

Area Opaca wasn’t as simple as stepping through the door; it required an elevator ride,

control room – the nerve center

with the image of a Blue Jay, a favorite motif of her

he had made the mask as a reminder to avenge her, always instilling thoughts of vengeance, something that made

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