Chapter 1380


    “Absolutely.” Yates nodded.


    “Even with Eleanor in the picture, there’s no way we can bury the hatchet. So, Mr. Laurence, you either


    have to give up your vendetta for Eleanor’s sake or cut ties with herpletely.”


    On hearing it, the look in Bernard’s eyes turned icy cold, “Have you ever thought that if she knew about


    my situation, even if we were always at odds, the person she would definitely choose me, not you”


    “Because I know her choice, that’s exactly why I came to you tonight toy my cards on the table.


    Otherwise, wouldn’t it be easier for me to just put a bullet in you?”


    Yates’ tone conveyed just how much he now valued Eleanor, clearly more than the founding of the


    Siren Organization.


    Catching onto this, Bernard let his longshes fall, shielding the calcting glint in his eyes.


    “Where’s the meet-up tomorrow?”


    “Right here.”


    Bernard was about to agree, nning to deal with the meeting the next day, but Yates cut off his hope


    with a single sentence.


    “The chip in your brain-I’m going to rewrite its program. If you don’t keep your word, I won’t hesitate to


    blow your head off right then and there.” Bernard, who had been constantly threatened by this device,


    showed a trace of despair in his eyes, but his otherworldly handsome face broke into a cold smirk.


    “If you’re not afraid of her hating you for the rest of her life, then suit yourself.”


    Yates watched the mocking smile on Bernard’s lips and spoke in an indifferent voice, “If you don’t want


    her to live with the pain of losing you, then you’ll cooperate nicely.”


    The two men were locked in a psychological battle, each gauging who cared more for Eleanor. Clearly,


    Bernard’s affection for her was deeper. He feared she’d be scarred, live in agony, or worse, follow him


    down a dark path. So, Bernard was gradually losing ground, “I want to see her.”


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    Yates had guessed right; Bernard longed for Eleanor, to see her, to hold her, to kiss her, to tell her


    about the helplessness he felt when he signed the divorce papers.


    But they were pushing him to the brink.


    Yates had anticipated Bernard’s eventual concession. A victorious smile yed beneath his mask. He


    stepped back, returned to the couch, and sat down before looking up at Bernard again, “We’ve settled


    the first condition. Now, let’s discuss the second, shall we?”


    Bernard scoffed coldly, “What more do you think you can threaten me with?”


    Yates leaned back on the couch, adopting a supremelyzy posture, and looked down at Bernard,


    “Eleanor is smart; she might not believe everything. She’s also kind, so she might forgive you once she


    does. So I’m adding another condition concerning the child she’s carrying.”


    Their child was still alive.


    Bernard hadn’t even had time to feel joy before Yates’ ruthless voice cut off all emotion.


    “After you see her, tell her that your divorce is final and that you will never be with her again-for


    whatever reason youe up with.”


    A chill ran through Bernard’s heart, his blood running cold, “Don’t push it!”


    He struggled to stand firm despite his injuries, ready to go down fighting, but Peterson’s gun was faster,


    “Bernard, listen to the boss for now. We can sort this outter,” Peterson advised, earning a displeased


    nce from Yates.


    But Yates’ gaze returned to Bernard. “I hear she went to great lengths for a child, consulting doctors far


    and wide. Now that she’s finally pregnant, you wouldn’t want her to identally eat the wrong thing


    and lose the baby, would you?”


    Bernard, cornered, clenched his fists, ring at the masked man across from him, wishing he could


    tear him apart. But at that moment, he was like an egg against a rock.


    “To me, my affection for Eleanor doesn’t extend to the child in her womb. That’s your seed-it shouldn’t


    exist, let alone continue.”


    Yates’ cold, merciless words felt like a knife wildly slicing through Bernard’s heart, causing unbearable


    pain and rage.


    “The chip in your brain will explode if you leave Area Opaca by 100 meters. You’re trapped here,


    powerless against us. Rather than waiting to die, you might as well agree to my terms.”


    “If youply, once you’ve done everything, I’ll disable the chip’s remote monitoring. Then, you can


    leave Area Opaca, and I won’t control your brain anymore.”


    “If you refuse, I’ll make sure the child Eleanor is carrying doesn’t see the light of day.”


    “She’s in my house right now. Just shake your head, and I’ll go back immediately and terminate her


    pregnancy. And don’t worry about her hating me for it. I have ways and means to make everything look


    seamless.”


    Yates finished in one breath, got up, and walked over to Bernard, staring him down coldly like a ruler


    with the power of life and death.


    “My goal is to keep you two apart forever. So, when dealing with this, you’d better be ruthless, or else,


    your unborn child, Eleanor’s health, and even your own brain, not to mention seeing her again, will all


    be reduced to nothing.”


    Yates’ threat echoed the one Sophie had made. One threatened life, the other aimed to wound the


    heart, and always, Eleanor was the one caught in the crossfire.