A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 1417

Chapter 1417

Evan’s words hung in the air, a mix of reason and temptation that even Sheldon’s men, clad in black, couldn’t ignore.

“Mr. Pine,” they began, their loyalty wavering, “we’re sent out here like lambs to the slaughter, and for what? They didn’t even give us enough backup.”

“Yeah, why should we keep risking our necks for them?”

Once one spoke up, the rest followed suit, a chorus of dissent.

Sheldon looked down at the gun in his hand, his furrowed brow a clear sign of his internal struggle.

“Uncle,” Robin stepped forward, unable to fully accept Bernard as his cousin, but recognizing the gravity of the situation. “I know you’re

loyal to Area Opaca, but this is a no-win for you. Just watch from the sidelines this time.”

“As for the Pine family’s beef with the Sirens, let’s settle that score later. Don’t let your brothers die for nothing.”

Sheldon’s hesitant gaze flicked to Robin, then to Bernard, who hadn’t yet spoken.

“What do you think?”

Bernard’s voice was deep and commanding, resonating through the crackling fires of the forest.

“If you want to fight, I’m with you to the end, but…”

His eyes, cold and deadly, swept over Sheldon and fixed on the uncertain gunmen.

“I won’t spare a single one of your men.”

His chilling words weighed heavy on the air, leaving Sheldon’s men struggling to breathe.

“Mr. Quartus…” Sheldon’s second-in-command, fearful and reminding, called out to him once more.

Bernard’s decisive nature was evident; he would fight, kinship or not.

Sheldon admired that spirit in his nephew. He slowly lowered his gun and, with a wave of his hand, gave the command. “Fall back!”

At the control center, Yates watched Sheldon’s retreat, his eyes frosting over with the chill of betrayal.

He had thought Bernard, cut off from Area Opaca’s resources, wouldn’t be much of a threat, especially with Sheldon as the wildcard.

But Bernard was Sheldon’s nephew, and that bond had turned the tide.

Feeling outmaneuvered, Yates bristled with anger.

“Boss, Bernard’s heading towards District A!”

“His access to Area Opaca’s been shut down; stay calm.”

But as Yates spoke, Bernard’s men brought explosives. In the blink of an eye, the ground beneath Area Opaca shook with the force of detonations.

As the monitors went dark, panic spread among the operators.

“Boss, they must be breaking through. We need to get out!”

While the operators were panicking, Yates, the founder of Area Opaca, remained composed.

“Mr. Quintus, take Peterson and use the escape route.”

Those who received the order knew Yates was protecting them, but it didn’t feel right to leave the others behind.

“Boss, let’s all get out together.”

Yates, leaning back on his couch, flicked his/cigarette ash and, through the smoke, addressed the room.

“Anyone who wants out, follow Mr. Quintus,”

The operators exchanged glances and looked to Yates, who was drawing on his cigarette.

“What about you, boss?”

Yates took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a ring of smoke, and replied,

‘I’ll stay.”

The operators were puzzled, but Xates calmly explained his reasoning.

“This is actually good for me. It’s an opportunity to settle the score.”

He had no intention of giving up the chance to decimate the Sirens.

“Get out of here. Area Opaca has a defense program. Once they’re inside, I’ll activate it.”

Even if he was alone, Yates was confident he could take down half of the Sirens himself.