Second Chances

Chapter 47 

“In a bit, some of my trusted people will take you to your anything, feel free to signal me, okay?” Sean offered. 

ar seat. It’s in a great spot–I’ll be able to spot you from the stage easily. If you need 

“Thank you, Uncle Sean!” Emma said with a smile. 

Sean doted on Emma, treating her like a child. Emma, who had long craved familial warmth, basked in the affection of her uncle, eagerly anticipating the concert, 

Yet, as Emma entered the venue, a nagging sense of unease crept over her. It felt like she was overlooking something crucial. Compelled by this feeling, she called Josiah. “Josiah, I need you to do something for me.” 

“Boss, aren’t you supposed to be enjoying the concert right now? What’s so urgent?” Josiah’s voice crackled through the phone; he was in the middle of hacking into a major building’s control system in Nuverland, and her call had caught him off–guard. 

“I need you to check out this venue,” Emma instructed. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Seriously, a concert venue? It’s not as critical as the main building I’m in right now. Boss, you’re really pushing it… Josiah’s tone mixed frustration with disbelief. 

“Am I not the boss anymore? Or are you thinking of quitting?” Emma’s voice was stern, prompting silence from Josiah. 

After a moment, he replied, “I’m on it right away… 

While waiting for Josiah’s report, Emma couldn’t shake off her unease. Though she couldn’t recall ever visiting this venue in a previous life, her instincts screamed that something was off. 

“Boss, I’ve got news!” Josiah’s urgent voice came through soon after. “You need to get everyone out now! It’s very dangerous!” 

“What?” Emma’s heart sank. Her intuition had been right. “What did you find?” 

“I intercepted some chatter on the black market. There’s a high bounty for an explosion at this venue today!” Josiah exclaimed. 

Emma’s heart raced as memories from her previous life flooded back. It was during this period in her previous life that a devastating terrorist attack had rocked the city. 

At that time, Emma was deep undercover in a foreign secret organization, isolated from the world. Despite this, she learned of a terrorist plot targeting a megastar’s concert attended by a hundred thousand fans. The attack resulted in thousands of casualties. The star survived but was left severely burned, paralyzed, and disfigured in his attempt to save his fans. 

Emma could never have guessed that the star would be her uncle. In her previous life, she had seen horrific images of him, bloodied and burned, never realizing the connection. 

“Boss, you need to get your uncle to start evacuating people now!” Josiah warned, 

“It’s too late, Emma said through clenched teeth. 

The venue was already packed with nearly a hundred thousand fans. Starting an evacuation now would cause chaos and might not prevent a disaster. Moreover, if the attack proceeded, Sean’s career and freedom were at risk. Besides, he had always been adamant about not leaving until every fan was safe. 

“Get everyone on this immediately, I need the enemy’s location in five minutes!” Emma ordered. 

Meanwhile, Sean was backstage, obllylous to the Impending danger. He was gearing up for his performance, just as he had in Emma’s 

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At 31 minutes and 25 seconds into his concert, a devastating explosion would tear through the venue. Sean wouldn’t run. He would try to help the fans, only to be overtaken by the flames that would ravage his body, leaving him disfigured and unable to sing. 

Sean was putting the final touches on his appearance. He turned to his manager. “Is Emma in her seat?” 

The manager checked the live feed from the camera focused on Emma’s designated front–row center seat. It was empty. “That’s odd; she’s 

not there.” 

Sean frowned. “Could she have gotten lost?” 

“No way, I walked her to her seat myself with Tommy. Maybe she’s in the restroom? Mr. Rivera, should we start the show?” the manager 

suggested. 

“Let’s wait a little longer,” Sean instructed. 

The assistants, knowing how much Sean cared for his niece, didn’t push further. But as ten minutes ticked by past the scheduled start time, the audience grew restless, and Sean remained backstage, unwilling to start without ensuring Emma’s safety. 

“Mr. Rivera, should we start the show? The crowd is getting restless,” the manager reminded him. 

“Has Emma shown up yet?” Sean inquired. 

The manager shook their head. 

Sean tried calling Emma, but her phone was off. “Emma…” He was on the verge of going to search for her himself, worried that something might have happened, when someone came to the door. 

“Are you Mr. Sean Rivera? I have a letter for you from Miss Emma,” the person said. 

“Yes, I am.” He quickly accepted the letter, which read, “Uncle Sean, I’ll be back soon. Don’t wait for me. Even if I’m not in my seat, I’m still with you. Go on and give a great show!” 

Sean let out a relieved breath after reading the letter. At the same time, the delay in starting the concert was causing unrest in the audience, with some fans demanding refunds and the media gearing up for a critical report. 

Suddenly, a spotlight hit the stage, and a man appeared from above. As he descended, the crowd erupted in cheers, shouting out his name like crazy to express their love for him. 

the The voices of one hundred thousand fans merged, echoing through the venue. Seap’s signature color was purple, symbolizing royalty. Tonight, the sea of fans each held a purple glow stick, lighting up the night. The crowd was dense, everyone packed tightly together, atmosphere electric with excitement. 

Meanwhile, Emma was acutely aware of the potential disaster looming over the densely packed crowd. As she moved against the tide of fans, her phone rang. 

“Boss, are you really trying to disarm the bomb yourself? It won’t work!” Josiah’s voice was laced with concern. “Please, wait for backup. The venue is huge, and it’s clear they planned this meticulously. You could die!”