Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 92

Suddenly, I grew curious about Dexter and the history we had between us.

While I was certain that Dexter knew Sophia, I had no mory of him myself. In fact, not only had I forgotten about him, but I also couldn’t recall anything related to the orphanage.

When did I start losing my mory? And when did I ask Dexter to wait for at the orphanage?

Did I have sothing to do with... whatever Dexter had gone through?

There were so many questions waiting to be answered.

anwhile, trouble was brewing within the Black Group.

Since both Ignatius and Jas were unavailable, Dexter was the only rightful person to manage the Blacks’ affairs.

However, Martin and his associates wouldn’t easily allow Dexter to take over the company.

Hence, Martin had deliberately spread rumors within the company that Dexter was ntally ill and rallied all the executives and directors to oppose Dexter together, intending to force him to relinquish managent control.

"Mr. Black, there’s an urgent matter at the company that requires your attention. I’m afraid you’ll have to co with ," Ewan stated as he knocked on the door.

Dexter reluctantly lifted his head and looked at . "Sophia... They’re annoying," he said impatiently, as if he wished for all those people to disappear for good.

"Do you want to go accompany him.

with you?" I tried to get up and put on my clothes so I could

But Dexter shook his head, the red marks of my slap still starkly apparent on his fair complexion. "Sophia, wait at ho."

So, I looked away and said, "Just listen to whatever Ewan says, and don’t be stubborn or rash."

Dexter nodded and left the room.

I was now certain that Dexter’s sudden change of expression wasn’t rely my imagination.

He definitely displayed a different deanor with compared to when he was with other people. Even the air around him would change.

As Dexter stepped out the door, even his silhouette seed imposing.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed.

It was from an unknown number.

I answered the call.

"Sofia, it’s , Juliet."

I was surprised that Juliet had called .

Her voice shook with rage and hatred as she said, "Are you with Damien? You shaless woman! Do you think you can steal him from by pretending to be Sophia?"

"He’s not answering my calls! Tell him to pick up!" Juliet shouted hysterically, demanding to see Damien.

"You called to ask for Damien? Are you nuts?" I sneered.

I had never seen Juliet in such an uncertain and insecure state before.

But served her right!

When she used to taunt , she would brim with confidence, convinced that Damien would always love her and only her.

But too bad for her, she now had a formidable opponent, and this ant that she couldn’t be as domineering as before.

Finally, she got a taste of what I had endured!

"Get Damien on the phone!" Juliet shouted in a panic, almost as if she was threatening .

I chuckled and mimicked the tone that she once used with , "Oh, Damien? He’s in the shower at the mont, so he can’t take your call."

I rembered the ti when I fainted from severe abdominal pain and heavy bleeding. and was rushed to the hospital.

At the ti, I needed the money for my treatnt. So, I called Damien, hoping that he would co and help .

But where was he at that mont?

He was throwing an extravagant party at a luxury hotel with Juliet.

However, I kept persistently calling him. And in the end, Juliet was the one who picked up the call. Then, she simply told in a mocking tone that Damien was in the shower and couldn’t answer my call.

Hmph... Now the tables have turned.

Juliet was on the verge of losing her mind as she hysterically scread at ,

"Sofia, do you really think he loves you? The person he loved was Sophia! You’re just a substitute, a fake who can never replace her!"

"He’s only interested in you because you look like her. But he’ll dump you sooner or later!"

I rubbed my ears,

feeling rather amused.

I hadn’t expected Juliet to claim that Damien was in love with Sophia.

How ironic.

"Are you done? I’m hanging up now. All your bullshit is soiling my ears." I’d heard enough of her nonsense, so I wanted to hang up the phone.

Then, Juliet said, "You really think that I can’t prove your connection to the murderer? Just you wait and see, Sofia. Even if I had to die, I’ll drag you down to hell with ."

She gritted her teeth, continuing to delude herself, saying "Keep laughing while you can. I saved Damien’s life, so even if it were just out of gratitude, he’ll continue to financially support . He won’t abandon just like that. You’re nothing but his new toy."

"Okay, good for you. All the best." I said before imdiately hanging up the phone.

I wanted to make sure that Juliet would continue to suffer and spend the rest of her days in horror and doubt.

But there was no rush.

After all, I had to slowly exact my revenge and relish every mont of it.

Juliet had to taste a hundredfold of the suffering I endured before justice was served.

"Mr. Black sure cares about Mrs. Black... He hasn’t eaten all day, and all he’s done is wait for her to return. He even insisted that if Mrs. Black doesn’t co ho, then he wouldn’t eat anything either."

When I went downstairs, I overheard the nannies discussing how Dexter hadn’t eaten all day.

Apparently, he had been waiting for since he woke up from his nap after breakfast. He’d even skipped lunch and simply kept waiting for .

I sighed and walked out of the house.

Why was Dexter so obsessed with waiting for ? What was his relationship to in the past?

"Sorry for the sudden call, Howard. But I have so questions regarding our ti at school that I’d like to discuss with you. Yes, it’s work–related."

After leaving the house, I called Howard. I wanted to start my investigation at the orphanage and find out what actually happened there.

"Sure, let’s et at the cafe at the corner then," Howard said.

So, I walked out of the Black residence and hailed a cab. Then, as I got into the cab, I deliberately glanced at the rearview mirror.

It seed like I was being followed by a black car.

"Please take a left turn at the junction in front," I instructed the cab driver.

Then, the black car took a left turn too.

"Turn right," I instructed the driver again.

The black car followed suit.

Then, I asked the driver to drop at a random place.

Once more, the car stopped sowhere nearby too.

Obviously, the people in the car were tailing . So, for fear of dragging Howard into any trouble, I decided not to head straight to the cafe yet.

After all, Howard was also a mber of the orphanage, though his number was quite far down the list, and it would still take so ti before the murderer could find him.

As I got out of the cab, I pulled out my makeup mirror under the guise of freshening up. Then, as I discreetly glanced behind , a few n erged from the black car.

They blended into the crowd while keeping their eyes on .

After that, I went into a washroom, tied my hair up, and then seamlessly blended in with a group of won to make my exit. And before the n could realize, I quickly left the place.

I had no idea who they were, but they definitely weren’t friendly people. I also doubted that they were sent by the Blacks to protect .

After I’d beaten up the person who was supposed to protect the last ti, Ewan started giving a heads–up whenever he sent anyone to follow . So, if he had sent these n, he would have told about them.

In other words, these were not Ewan’s n.

After making sure that I wasn’t being followed, I entered the mall and left through the backdoor.

Only then did I head to the cafe.

When I entered the cafe, Howard was already there.

He greeted and said in a low voice, "Sofia, how have you been doing lately? Sir told to beware of you. He said you might betray us." Howard seed rather anxious.

I felt my chest tightened.

What did he an? I might betray them?