Chapter 411 A Calculated Gamble and Cold Resolve

Eleanor pressed her lips together, choosing silence over further conversation. Her face hinted at mild fatigue, prompting Luciano to shift his focus to driving, leaving the car in contemplative quiet.

Lowering her gaze, Eleanor’s mind replayed the confrontation she had just endured. That man—undoubtedly the Green Beret—was every bit as formidable and ruthless as she had heard. She exhaled, her expression tinged with solemnity.

This time, she had undoubtedly stirred up a hornet’s nest. If she attempted another infiltration, the challenge would increase exponentially. Worse, Green Beret might anticipate her move, setting a trap from which escape would be impossible.

Eleanor knew better than to rely on luck. A misstep wouldn’t just mean failure; it would endanger Robert. She didn’t care if she got caught or killed—what mattered was not missing the opportunity to save him.

She needed a foolproof plan, and a sudden thought sent a cold gleam flashing through her eyes.