A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 907

Chapter 907

Right on cue at 8, Bernard and Eleanor made their appearance at the airport, and after rendezvousing with Robin and Elbert, they each ascended into their respective private Jets, setting their course for G country

Caleb, the maestro of meticulousness, had deduced the clock would stake 6 in the evening when he slipped a potion into the soup he’d crafted for Katharine, serving it with his own hands

Observing Katharine devour the soup, and then scurry to adorn herself in makeup, sprucing up to meet his parents, Caleb’s brow furrowed Was she genuinely developing feelings for him?

However, she pummeled him frequently, erupted at the most trifling matters, and appeared to covet his physique, not his soul. How then, could she be nurturing affection for

him?

Just as the fog of unconsciousness claimed Katharine, she reached out to Caleb, “What, what did you mix into my soup? Why would you…”

Her words faded into oblivion as she surrendered to the induced slumber Caleb caught her limp farm, scooped her up and settled her into the car.

As he fastened her seatbelt, beholding her closed eyes, as if locked in an endless sleep, guilt flooded Caleb once more.

Suddenly, he found his thoughts adrift to Mr. Ben. In that moment, he seemed to fathorn why Mr. Ben had succumbed to Sophie Ratliff’s charm Navigating the complex world of women was indeed a challenging feat.

But, getting emotionally involved with a mission target was a mistake itself, Caleb wasn’t Mr. Ben, he wouldn’t repeat Mr. Ben’s mistakes, nor would he betray Mr. Law, so Caleb quickly cut off the strange emotions welling up inside him, withdrew his gaze from Katharine, started the car emotionlessly and drove towards their destination. Bernard’s private jet was scheduled to land at 8 in the evening. Before he even got off the plane, Robin was waiting with a bunch of bodyguards to take him to the hospital. Robin stood in the cabin with his hands in his pockets, looking down at Bernard, “Sorry, but this is my turf. As the host, I’ll be calling the shots from here on out”

His arrogance and disrespect got the undercover Siren Organization’s members, disguised as bodyguards, on their feet.

They wouldn’t tolerate anyone disrespecting Bernard, they were ready to teach Robin a lesson, but Bernard stopped them.

Bernard gestured for them to stay calm, then he reached out to Eleanor

He said, “Let’s go see her, see what she has to say to you?”

Eleanor understood, nodded, and placed her hand in his.

As Bernard walked past Robin with Eleanor, he gave Robin a good shove in the chest

Robin had just had stitches in his chest, and this nearly ripped them open.

He wanted to lash out at Bernard, but before he could, the members following Bernard off the plane took turns bumping into him.

Robin’s bodyguards were unable to protect him as they swarmed him, aiming specifically for his injured chest.

Nathan, with a bruised face, held up Robin, “Mr. Spencer, next time let’s not provoke him directly, let’s attack when he least expects it.”

Taking him head on was a losing battle, look at what they had done to him now. If the cops hadn’t stepped in when they did, Scott would have beaten his brains out. Robin, armed with his covert strategy, spearheaded the formation, a phalanx of cars ensnaring Bernard’s convoy, trailing them from the airport to the hospital

Scott, the man at the wheel, cast a quick glance into the rear–view mirror, “Should we lose them?”

Cradling Eleanor’s hand. Bernard delivered a dispassionate verdict, “No need”

If Robin was itching for haste, let him. Bernard hadn’t the leisure to engage in a chase of cat and mouse.

The hospital loomed soon enough. Upon disembarking, Robin guided Bernard and Eleanor towards the upscale wing of the hospital…

As they shadowed him into the patient ward, Robin suddenly jabbed the automatic door button.

The robust white door swept shut with a resounding thud, effectively severing the Siren Organization’s members who hadn’t penetrated the threshold yet