Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"The cops should be keeping in touch with you, right? If you’re under their watch, nothing bad can happen to you," I said firmly.

"We... got lost," Juliet said nervously, glancing around as if she were really scared. " Sophia, that lunatic, Dexter, only listens to you. If you come to rescue me, I’ll spill everything. Save me, please,"

Who knew that there’d be a day when Juliet would actually beg me to save her?

"Do you know... how desperate Sophia was before she died? She’d called Damien, but Damien told her to die."

"What were you guys doing when she called?" I sneered. "Juliet, this is your karma." Juliet’s voice trembled. "Sofia! You’re not Sophia, why are you acting like her? No matter how you act, you’re not Sophia! Save me..."

"Why should I save you? Didn’t you tell the cops that the murderer and I were in cahoots? Didn’t you say that I’d intentionally made you give me Sophia’s information to imitate her?"

"Didn’t you say that I was an accomplice in Sophia’s murder?" I chuckled as I spoke again, "Since I’m an accomplice, why would you come to me for help?"

The moment Juliet asked me to save her, I felt a sudden sense of relief in heart.

After all, Juliet wasn’t stupid. If she had proof that I was an accomplice in the murder, she wouldn’t have come asking me for help.

In fact, I should even be hoping for her death instead.

"Sofia!" Juliet’s voice trembled, growing more frantic. "I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have lied to the cops."

"Someone told me that you’ve been pretending to be Sophia just to seduce Damien and that lunatic, Dexter."

I had no idea how terrified Juliet was at that moment.

It took her a while before she spoke again, "Sophia, please save me... I’m begging you. That lunatic, Dexter, won’t spare me. He’s just a psycho. Once he realizes that you’re not Sophia, he’ll mercilessly kill you too."

"He’s here... He’s here... Sofia, come save me." Juliet started to panic.

My chest tightened.

Did she spot Dexter?

Now, I was getting a bit scared too. After all, I’d woken up and didn’t see Dexter.

Just where did he go?

"Shouldn’t you tell me your location when you ask for help? You’re an important hostage, so the cops can’t have lost you. You yourself know what you’ve done," I said.

I knew Zion was a responsible cop. He wouldn’t let a hostage slip away from his sight.

So, there was only one possibility—either Juliet arrogantly thought she could escape the murderer by intentionally leaving the cops’ sight. Or... she knew the cops were following her, and she couldn’t lure out the murderer. So, she took a risk.

Some people claimed that the kids from the Double Stars Welfare Home were all bright children. They had two absolute geniuses, and the rest of the children were better than the average child too.

Juliet was.really good in school. She and Damien were classmates, and she was a year ahead of me. She’d also graduated as the top student in her class and placed fourth in her year.

Hence, Juliet’s foster parents treated her pretty well. They thought that she could make them proud.

Juliet’herself knew she had to work harder to earn more recognition. So, when she became Damien’s first love, I didn’t see her as just a pretty face climbing up the ladder.

And it was also because of how smart Juliet was that I’d ended up dying.

This was why despite her fear right now, she called me instead of the cops. She knew that if Dexter was truly the murderer, I was her only chance at surviving, and the cops couldn’t keep her safe for long.

She was taking a risk.

I believed she had other options besides me, so I wasn’t worried she’d die.

I was more concerned about Dexter. I was worried that he was really the one who was going to kill her.

This was the trap Juliet set for the "murderer".

My heart skipped a beat, and I began to feel lost.

What was I thinking?

If Dexter truly was the killer, I should’ve hated him from the depths of my soul and wished for his swift demise.

Why... was I actually worried about him?

"Sofia, you’re the only one who can stop him now," Juliet’s voice trembled as she spoke.

I could hear the sound of metal scraping against the ground through the phone. It sounded like someone dragging an ax or some other tool.

"I’m at the orphanage," Juliet said.

She must have had a death wish going there.

"I bet Damien is lurking around too, right? You love him so much, he’s sure to keep you safe."

"Calling me over, you’re quite the double–checker, huh? You weren’t satisfied with just killing Sophia, and now you want to kill me too? I’m not as naive as Sophia," I said. But I still felt a bit guilty as I spoke.

"You’ll come because you want to uncover Sophia’s secret," Juliet confidently said.

I figured that Damien and Juliet must have talked it over. They probably planned for

me to see first hand that Dexter was a murderer.

Damien repeatedly claimed that he’d reveal Dexter’s true identity, and both he and Juliet were convinced that Dexter was the culprit.

That’s why Juliet insisted for me to go.

"He’s here," Juliet’s voice trembled even more violently. "Come over right now, and you’ll get to see Dexter."

With that, she ended the call.

If I’d called the cops first in my past life, I wouldn’t have met my tragic end.

But now,in my second chance at life, even though everyone seemed unreliable, the cops were definitely more trustworthy than Damien and the others.

"Zion, Juliet went to the orphanage," I said when Zion finally answered the phone." She said the murderer targeted her and she’s already there."

Zion cursed over the phone. He sounded frantic, and everyone seemed to be panicking.

"That woman’s insane! She agreed to meet at Sunset Alley, but then she put the tracking device on the dog and slipped away into the night herself. So, we’ve just been chasing the dog in circles!"

Zion was still running in a hurry, probably leading the team to the orphanage.

"I’m heading there too."

After hanging up the phone, I made up my mind to head to the orphanage,

Honestly, I was scared that it was really Dexter who wanted to kill Juliet.

As I ran out of the house, the big dog from the yard dashed out too. It wagged its tall as it approaches the person coming in.

There, Dexter stood under the streetlight bolding a plate of steaming hot fried mushrooms from my favorite chain restaurant.

There was always a long queue there.

Did he go out to buy the fried mushrooms?

For some reason, my heart settled down.

The streetlight cast a shadow over Dexter, and it made for a striking Image of a person that was between an angel and a demon.

I dashed over, feeling tense. "Dexter, you didn’t head to the orphanage?"

"You knew I was supposed to go to the orphanage?" Dexter asked, looking puzzled.

I was stunned.

"Damien called to mess with me," Dexter said, looking upset. "And Juliet, she said a bunch of crap about you to mess with me.

"She lied, saying that I should find her at the orphanage. But I didn’t fall for it and went to get fried mushrooms for you instead."

Dexter looked like a well–behaved kid, eager for praise.

My expression darkened when I realized that it was indeed all Damien and Juliet’s

scheme.

They wanted to lure Dexter there and provoke him. They wanted him to lose control so that the cops would think he was the murderer.