Xandra’s kidnapping was kept hush-hush, and the dia barely covered it. Her manager stated that Xandra had sustained injuries while taking a break. She was unable to participate in any shows, requiring ti at ho to recuperate.
As a public figure, widespread news of the kidnapping would surely have sparked panic, so very few individuals were aware of the situation. Nonetheless, the police promptly intervened and secured the location stated by the kidnapper.
I was completely lost in thought after leaving the hospital.
"Sophia..." Dexter pretended to look pitiful. Perhaps he was concerned that I would be upset about him installing caras at ho.
"Sophia, I didn’t an to install caras to monitor you. I’m just worried that when I’m not around..." Dexter admitted, feeling a twinge of nervousness.
His insecurities had left him feeling unsettled, prompting him to install caras at ho, near , and in areas he couldn’t easily access. However, he was extrely nervous and afraid that I would be mad.
I also thought I would be furious. I disliked being watched, living under surveillance, and being constantly scrutinized.
However, I found this inexplicably reasonable since Dexter was the one who did that. He did it out of love and concern for . Hence, he installed the caras.
"Sophia, please don’t ignore ." Dexter seed to be truly insecure. He gently clasped my hand, hesitant to even embrace .
This behavior was too familiar. He was consistently calm and composed when around others, effortlessly navigating any treacherous situations that ca his way. However, he was always the most insecure man in my presence.
I held Dexter’s hand and asked, "Why do you think I would be angry?"
He lowered his head. He hesitated for a while and then confessed, "I spied on Sophia previously too, and it made her angry."
I was stunned for a mont. Indeed, Dexter’s possessiveness was disturbing back in the day. His love was almost pathological.
He would place recording equipnt near and hide a cara in my teddy bear. This invasion of privacy was unsettling,
I felt a little helpless but couldn’t help but smile. "I was angry before because you crossed a line. Even partners need their own space and privacy."
Dexter acknowledged his mistake with a nod.
"But now, I’m not angry. I understand you’re concerned about , so I won’t be angry with you." I realized that with the caras and the ability to track my location at all tis, Dexter could feel secure.
As long as Dexter felt secure, he could do whatever he wanted. With a blank stare, Dexter pulled into his arms and held for quite so ti.
I leaned against him and raised my hands to feel the sunlight streaming in from the window. "Dexter, Xandra is going to be okay, right?"
I never realized when exactly I started experiencing empathy and guilt, emotions that were once foreign to . My intuition strongly suggested that the situation with Dayton being the president of Crowdstar Group was not as straightforward as it seed.
Furthermore, Xandra appeared to be innocently implicated in the matter.
"She’ll be fine," Dexter replied firmly.
I nodded in relief. If he said she would be okay, then she would be. I didn’t want any more innocent people to be involved.
"Stan suffers from a ntal illness. He doesn’t have any guardians. He’ll remain in an asylum for the rest of his life, never to cause harm again." Dexter suddenly thought of Stan.
As a serial killer, death was not a source of torture or fear for him. The thought of losing his freedom forever and being unable to kill at will was the most agonizing punishnt imaginable. He might have to endure his ntal tornt every single day from now onward.
"He deserves it," I murmured.
Stan was a lunatic. He was a ntally unstable lunatic. In monts of madness, his thoughts were consud by a desire to kill others. All his victims were innocent.
"Have you figured out the identity of the masked woman leading the Rebels?" I inquired softly.
Dexter’s reaction on the cruise was rather peculiar. I found myself flooded with questions, yearning for answers from him. "Did you truly not realize that Ewan’s a mber of the Rebels?"
Dexter glanced at and carefully wrote a few words on my palm. I looked at Dexter in surprise and fell silent.
Ewan was actually Dexter’s accomplice. Dexter deliberately placed him in the Rebels. This explanation cleared up everything.
But what about the masked woman? What was her true identity? She harbored deep hatred toward , treated Dexter differently, and displayed a murderous and bloodthirsty nature.
"She created the killing ga in the ruined building. She also managed to manipulate the social divide on the cruise ship, leading thousands of people to kill each other. She must be a genius," I analyzed softly.
In my impression, I had never encountered any genius won around . Despite a few geniuses in the orphanage, they were all n.
Was I mistaken? Could it have been a petite man instead of a woman? That didn’t seem accurate either. "Soone is following us," said Eason as he drove, checking the rearview mirror vigilantly.
"I’m now the most valuable experintal subject to Geno Society. They’ll protect instead of killing ," I whispered.
Everything depended on whether the person following showed aggression. If he did, it would an he was supported by the Rebels.
The mont I finished speaking, the car behind crashed into ours.
However, he couldn’t escape this ti because Zion’s car was following closely behind. When we were in danger, Zion swiftly drove his car toward us, effectively trapping the other car in the middle.
"Get out of the car!" Zion stepped out and vigilantly aid his gun at the person inside.
The person in the car looked confused. "What’s going on? I only hit the car. I won’t get shot for that, right?
"Get out!" Zion exclaid furiously.
The man got out of the car with his hands up and smiled at Zion. "Don’t be so nervous, my friend."
Dexter, Eason, and I also stepped out of the car, looking at the man.
The man spotted Dexter and exclaid in astonishnt, "Oh, what a coincidence! It’s , Dexter!"
Dexter remained silent with a frown.
Eason kicked him directly. "Shut up."
The man sneered when he saw Eason. "Ah! Mr. Grant, the genius! You’ve achieved so much now. You’ve beco a policeman and started kicking others. When you were being attacked and didn’t dare to speak up, you weren’t that tough."
Eason was upset. I could tell he was trembling, probably seething with anger. Back in the day, bullying was rampant in the advanced class. After Sion’s accident, Eason lost all his protection.
He was young when he joined the advanced class. He later pursued a master’s degree and a doctorate among classmates much older than himself. Being young and thin, he found himself a target for bullying. As a result, Eason developed a strong resentnt toward Sion.
At first, Sion was the only classmate who bullied him. Sion’s domineering nature only permitted him to target Eason. No one else dared to do so. Back then, Eason was stunted, petite, and skinny, resembling a little girl. But later, Sion was gone.
"He’s a classmate from the advanced class," Dexter explained to .
I nodded. I had roughly figured it out. But being hit by a car driven by a classmate from the advanced class at this ti was clearly not a coincidence.
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