A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1408

Manipulating people was an art that Yates had mastered, his words carrying the weight of impending doom. “Already?” the voice cracked with apprehension, the fear palpable.

With a nod, Yates affirmed, “If I were in their shoes, free from surveillance, tracking, and the threat of an explosion, I’d be racing back to settle scores.”

Moreover, Bernard was worried sick about Eleanor. There was no way he’d sit back, weak and passive, delaying action. Right now, they needed to prevent the enemy hacker from altering the explosive program.

With that thought, Yates nudged aside a programmer and took his place. His fingers danced over the keyboard, bypassing the complex encryption with ease and rapidly reducing the countdown to detonation.

Cedric, monitoring from another computer, saw his painstakingly extended timer slashed. He cursed under his breath and resumed his frantic typing, his fingers nearly cramping from the effort.

In no time at all, the timer was extended again. Yates couldn’t help but let a grin of admiration slip, “This kid’s got skills, way beyond anyone else here.”

For the manipulators, the strength of the hacker was the least of their concerns; their escape was paramount. “Boss, if Bernard comes knocking tomorrow, do we really think a few sticks of dynamite will do the trick?”

a safe distance. But the creeping doubt remained: would

wavered. “Quintus, signal Sheldon. Have him and his boys

Quintus, usually chummy with Sheldon, felt his heart drop at the order. “Boss, if we bail and leave Sheldon to fight Siren,

Mr. Quintus an icy glance. “Remember, without Quartus’ betrayal, Bernard would’ve never breached the Upper Zone. Sacrificing a turncoat

sided with

Opaca were disintegrating, each to their own. Mr. Quintus couldn’t help but feel a

voice soothing. “Focus on the mission, Mr. Quintus. We’re here to take down the ones who hurt your family, not squabble

boss. I won’t spill to Sheldon.

prioritized the mission over

room with confidence. “Explosives, defense, my granddaughter-they’re all just to reel

heads. They could leave early, but they chose to stay, yearning to witness the downfall of the Siren Organization, to