Chapter 1785


    Sarah didn''t hesitate any longer, she continued preparing the various reagents needed for the task


    at hand.


    Queena''s smug expression remained stered on her face, unwavering. She had made a major


    breakthrough this time, and once everything was over, she could finally be with Ian!


    Her hands moved swiftly, almost as if she wished she could start experimenting on Fitch


    immediately.


    Yet, the mostposed person in the room was Bernard. He even had Lingery prepare a steak


    dinner with a fine red wine, setting it up by the window where he leisurely began to eat, using his


    knife and fork with deliberate care.


    He wasn''t the least bit worried about the snipers outside. This area was his territory, and he had his


    own sharpshooters. Anyone foolish enough to intrude uninvited would end up as nothing more than


    a corpse.


    Moreover, he had nted bombs underground, and with so many hostages in y, his victory was


    all but assured.


    Bernard slowly sliced his steak, ncing over at the long-silent piano beside him, and then said to


    Lingery, "Lingery, y something fitting for the moment."


    Bernard had taught him everything, including all the skills he possessed.


    Bernard was a master of many instruments. In his youth, he was especially good with the violin. It


    was told that his violin ying, apanying Yvonne on the piano, was what made her fall for him


    completely.


    They were childhood sweethearts and got engaged shortly after they started dating.


    Lingery took his seat at the old-fashioned piano and began to y it. Bernard sipped his wine,


    watching the asional helicopter flutter by the window, his lips upturned.


    At 6:30 a.m. sharp, the experiment began.


    Sarah had approached Fitch and just after injecting the first reagent, an overwhelming siren red


    from outside.


    Bernard elegantly swirled his wine, slightly raising an eyebrow. Were these people insane? Hadn''t


    he made it clear that the area was rigged with explosives? Did they not care at all about the lives of


    their loved ones?


    Impossible. Human nature was inherently selfish. He motioned for Lingery to hand him the


    binocrs.


    Peering through them, he looked toward the main gate. A military-grade ck SUV had pulled up,


    its chassis high off the ground, and a figure stepped down.


    Bernard''s men were about to shoot when his voice came through their earpieces.


    "Stand down."


    The sniper''s hand twitched, and a bullet grazed the vehicle''s door. Bernard''s face darkened


    instantly, "Who gave you permission to fire?"


    There was silence. Twenty snipersy in wait at this area; their orders had been clear: shoot to kill


    any intruders. But Bernard was having second thoughts.


    Sweat trickled down the men''s faces as they waited for new orders from Bernard.


    At the gate was none other than Yvonne''s father, Leonald. Since Yvonne''s death, Bernard had not


    seen Leonald.


    The family had once sought fortune-telling concerning Yvonne''s love life, being told she would face


    a great downfall. Leonald, doting on his only daughter, naturally opposed the marriage, fearing the


    seer''s words woulde true.


    They had Yvonne at old ages, and cherished her too much to allow any harm toe to her. But


    Yvonne loved Bernard too deeply. When Bernard had proposed, he knelt outside the family home


    for two days and nights, nearly passing out.


    Finally, Leonald relented with a heavy sigh and agreed to the marriage.


    The two families were acquainted, but Bernard was considered ill-fated; his parents had died on a


    mission, and after a brief period of happiness with Yvonne, she too passed away when their child


    was twelve.


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    It was suicide. She had turned on the gas in this very cottage.