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?”

safe distance. But the creeping doubt remained:

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

the order. “Boss, if we bail and leave Sheldon

Bernard would’ve never breached the Upper

chorus of agreement. “Exactly. Quartus sided with Bernard. Letting

Area Opaca were disintegrating, each to their own. Mr. Quintus couldn’t help but feel a chill, “Easy for you to say when it’s

stood, clapped Quintus on the shoulder, his voice soothing. “Focus on the mission, Mr. Quintus. We’re here to take down the ones who

worry, boss. I won’t spill

with close ties, Mr. Quintus prioritized the mission over friendship. In the end, vengeance

then addressed the room with confidence. “Explosives, defense, my granddaughter-they’re all just to reel Bernard in. Any more second

net, shook their heads. They could leave early, but they chose to stay,