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Chapter 1302
The warmth flooded his senses, causing Robin’s cheeks to flush a brilliant red, even reaching the tips
of his ears.
His feelings for Eleanor were always suppressed, hidden away. But as he kissed her, it felt as though
he could no longer hold them back His heart pounded in his chest, but he had to restrain himself. She
was already married, already had a child.
He clenched his fist, looking at Eleanor who was glaring at him, her brows furrowed “It was
unintentional.”
Eleanor knew it wasn’t on purpose, but she still shot him a few warning glances, “Be careful.”
Robin hummed a response, pulling a blanket over their heads.
“What are you doing?” Eleanor struggled, trying to push the blanket away, but Robin held onto her
hand, “There are cameras.”
Beneath the blanket, Eleanor’s gaze fell on the hand that held her, “What exactly do you want to say?”
Robin leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I believe Bernard is still alive.” His voice was so quiet,
so soft, the surveillance cameras wouldn’t be able to pick up on it. But Eleanor heard it loud and clear.
His words were as light as a feather, yet they struck her heart heavily, filling her with hope.
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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRobin leaned in a little closer, “That note was from him. He wants us to leave.”
Eleanor had the same thought. The only person who wouldn’t want to put her in danger was Bernard.
But she didn’t understand, why didn’t he come home if he was still alive? Even a phone call to let her
know he was safe would suffice.
She didn’t know what predicament he was in. All she did was push the blanket away staring blankly at
the ceiling. She wasn’t sure where the cameras were, she just stared blankly.
If he was alive, and was able to send her a note, this meant he was now part of the shadowy
organization, Area Opaca. Perhaps, at this very moment, he was watching her.
“Bernard, if you’re watching me, give me a sign. Let me know you’re still alive, please?” Eleanor prayed
in silent.
Upon seeing her blank, hollow gaze, Mr. Nine, watching from a screen, slowly dipped his head, his
thick lashes casting a shadow over his eyes.
Next to him, Mr. Quartus glanced at him, tapping a finger on the table, “They seem pretty close,
probably a couple, right?”
Without replying, Mr. Nine abruptly stood up, his tone icy, “Return their handcuffs key!
Mr. Quartus shrugged, “I told you before, the game has started. No one is allowed to enter the game
area. How can it be returned?”
“You figure it out.” Leaving those words behind, he turned and left the control room.
Just as he stepped out, he encountered 2-7.
She was standing there, arms crossed, leaning against the wall as she waited for him
“You thought I wouldn’t know you’ve been approaching Mr. Quartus?”
Mr. Nine cast her a cold glance, brushing past her. But 2-7 reached out and grabbed his arm.
“You should know by now, wherever you go, I can track you down, right?”
Mr. Nine’s cold gaze fell on her hand, his expression growing even colder, “Let go.”
Instead of letting go, 2-7’s hand slid further up his arm.
“I’ve monitored what you said to Mr. Quartus. I won’t report you this time, but don’t let it happen again.”
Just as 2-7’s hand was about to slip into his shirt, Mr. Nine swiftly grabbed her wrist and harshly shoved
her away. Without even a glance in her direction, he turned and left.
2-7, leaning against the wall for support, rubbed her sore wrist and huffed. “Don’t think that cozying up
to Mr. Quartus will get you a meeting with the founder.”
Mr. Nine’s steps faltered. 2-7 slowly approached him as she said, “Only I have access to the founders.
If you want to meet them, you’ll have to behave.” She raised her hand and lightly tapped his forehead.
“I’ve saved you several times already. Don’t make mistakes for irrelevant people in the future, or else
don’t blame me for punishing you.” After dropping this threat, 2-7 turned to leave:
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMr. Nine stalked after her, his hand striking towards her neck. As she fell, Mr. Nine drew a dagger,
ready to strike. Just then, his head exploded with pain. Dropping the dagger, he fell to the ground,
curling up from the pain.
In just a few seconds, his body was covered in cold sweat, drenching his uniform. When the pain
blurred his vision, a masked man, 2-8, slowly approached him, “I told you, every time you hurt her, I will
make you suffer.”
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2-8 shook something in his hand, tilting his head and giving him a slight smile, “Next time, don’t be so
impulsive.” Then 2-8 bent down, scooping 2-7 into his arms and leaving.
Mr. Quartus, who had just stepped out of the control room, glanced at 2-8’s retreating figure before
looking down at the unconscious Mr. Nine.
He walked over, squatting down in front of Mr. Nine, lifting half of his mask to check his breathing. He
was still alive.
He gave Mr. Nine a shove. Groaning, Mr. Nine slowly regained consciousness, but his eyes remained
closed.
Seeing that he was awake, Mr. Quartus slowly stood up, chuckling lightly, ‘What a bother.’ He then
turned and left.
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