Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Quite well." Damien nodded, trying to hold my hand.

I avoided Damien’s hand and stood apathetically in place.

Damien lowered his eyes and turned to go downstairs.

Following him, I asked, "Damien, why do you think I’m Sophia Milford?"

Damien’s steps faltered, and he looked back at me. "Because you are."

"What if someone else comes to you tomorrow claiming that she’s Sophia Milford? Who will you choose?" I asked with a cold smile.

Damien was stunned. "That won’t happen. I can recognize you."

I laughed.

Really?

Dexter could recognize me quickly after seeing me, but I didn’t believe Damien could do the same.

If Juliet and Peter’s plan really succeeded, would Dexter and Damien still recognize me? Would they still trust me?

Damien opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But then, he lowered his eyes and turned to go downstairs.

As I was about to go downstairs, Angel stopped me and looked at me quizzically.

"Sophia, the cherry tree on Quemerley Street has blossomed."

I looked at Angel in confusion.

What did that mean?

Seeing my perplexed expression, Angel quickly let go of my hand and averted her gaze. She said calmly, "Ms. Sophia, it’s time for breakfast."

As Angel turned to go downstairs, my legs felt stiff.

The cherry tree on Quemerley Street had blossomed?

It sounded like a secret message.

Was she exchanging a secret message with Sophia or Sofia?

Was this caretaker a double agent?

"Ms. Sophia, try this sea bass. It’s your favorite." Angel put the grilled sea bass in front of me during breakfast.

I furrowed my brows and looked at her. She knew I didn’t eat sea bass.

Seeing that I wasn’t eating, Angel said again, "Ms. Sophia, the weather is getting warmer.

You and Mr. Coleman should go out for a walk and see the tulips getting warmer."

Damien interrupted in a deep voice, "Sophia is allergic cause difficulty breathing if it’s severe."

"They’re beautiful."

"Oh, I forgot about that." Angel nodded and turned to leave

Damien put the food on my plate and then took a towel to wipe my hands.

I subconsciously pulled my hand back, still feeling resistant to him deep down.

Mark remained silent and continued to serve me soup without a word.

Sitting across from me, Juliet’s eyes were almost bulging out with jealousy as she watched me.

I glared at Juliet and whispered, "Damien, I want to eat a hard–boiled egg. Can you help me peel one?"

Damien reached for an egg and peeled it carefully, placing it in my bowl.

"Damien, I can’t eat with her watching me." I propped my head up onto my hand and complained, the corners of my mouth curling up.

I was going to make things difficult. I wanted to stir things up.

Juliet wanted to replace me, didn’t she? Before she did, I would cause as much trouble as I could.

Damien sighed, knowing I was causing trouble. But he still indulged me. He seemed helpless. "Juliet, I’m sorry. From now on, please have your meals in your room. I’ll have the caretaker send them to you."

Juliet clenched her fists in anger. "Damien, do you really hate me that much?"

"It’s not that he hates you, it’s me." I put down the cutlery and looked at Juliet. "Seeing you makes me sick. I can’t eat.

"Sofia!" Juliet got up angrily.

"Damien, she’s so mean," I said with red–rimmed eyes, holding onto Damien’s arm.

Damien was stunned. He looked at me and then said, "Juliet, Sophia is the lady of this house."

Juliet took a deep breath, obviously trying to endure it. "Okay. I’ll leave."

As soon as Juliet left, I immediately let go of Damien’s arm and wiped my hands with a disgusted look.

Damien sighed helplessly and didn’t say anything, continuing to serve me food.

"Don’t serve me anymore. I don’t want to eat the food you serve." I ate an egg and drank some chowder. Then, I got up and left. "I’m going out for a walk. Don’t follow me."

Damien got up, seemingly wanting to say something...

He walked with me to the door. Seeing me glare at him angrily, he said softly, "Put on a coat. It’s still a bit cold outside."

Seeing that I remained silent, Damien took off his coat and carefully put it over my

shoulders.

I found him to be quite masochistic. I had been so good to him before, but he had treated me like garbage. Now, he was so cautious about being nice to me.

"I don’t want to see you." I turned and left.

Damien stood in place and did not follow. His figure appeared somewhat lonely.

He and Angel said something, but I didn’t hear it.

In any case, the Coleman family was now... I started to have my doubts.

Angel was not as simple as she seemed. Damien was being schemed against by Juliet and Peter. Damien’s mother had been away from Huma for years, and his father apparently had another woman outside. It was almost as if he were a transparent figure in the Coleman family.

Now, the entire Coleman family was relying on Damien alone.

"Sofia!" Just as I walked into the small garden, I heard Juliet call me angrily.

I tugged on Damien’s coat, deliberately provoking her. "What? Can’t stand it? Then tell me what I want to know."

"If I tell you, will you leave?" Juliet looked at me warily.

She finally compromised.

"Of course." I nodded.

there’ll be a charity banquet.

"Fine..." Juliet narrowed her eyes, which were full of malice. "In a few days The president of Crowdstar Group will attend in person. I have inside information and know which room he’ll be staying in at the hotel."

"Why should I trust you?" I asked indifferently.

"You can bring a few people with you. You’re just discussing business, not doing anything shady. If I’m lying to you, you can always keep fighting me for Damien," Juliet said, gritting her teeth.

"Alright, give me the address." I reached out to Juliet for the room number.

Juliet reluctantly took out her phone and typed out the room number and address. Then, she let me take a photo of it.

I did and smiled at Juliet. "I wish you success. May you and Damien have a happy life together."

Juliet gritted her teeth. "Don’t use sarcasm on me."

I ignored her. Now that I had gotten what I wanted, I needed to leave the Coleman residence as soon as possible and find a way to rescue Dexter.

They used sedatives and fragrance oils every day. I had to cherish my hard–won life.

As I left the Coleman residence, I called Ewan. He told me to find a place to hide and not to stand somewhere too obvious.

I did miss something. I had underestimated Juliet.

As soon as I left the Coleman residence, Juliet must have told Martin’s people.

I hadn’t gone far when a group of people on motorcycles appeared on the road.

I hid behind a trash can and waited for those people to pass before slowly coming out.

Martin had gone mad and wanted to take my life and my child’s life.

Suddenly, the sound of a motorcycle came from behind me.

One of the bikers accelerated and charged at me.

I dodged behind a lamp post, and the biker crashed into a utility pole.

The other bikers realized what was happening and turned back

I stood there, counting the time. Damien should be coming out soon.

"Three, two, one..."

A black car rushed over. Damien drove the car, knocking away the bikers, and opened the passenger door. "Sophia! Get in the car."

The bikers smashed the driver’s side window with rods. Damien tried to block the attacks, but the rod hit his arm. Then, the attacker pulled out a knife and stabbed Damien.

"Damien!"

Damien grabbed the knife, his hand getting cut. He pushed the person away and slammed on the accelerator, taking me away.

"Didn’t I tell you not to leave the Coleman residence? Martin’s people won’t let you go," Damien said nervously, looking at me. "Are you hurt?"

I ignored him and looked down without speaking.

Sighing, he said again, "Have you finished reading your parents’ diary?"

I shook my head. There were too many entries to read. How could I finish reading them so quickly?

"I watched the news this morning. There was another murder case at a garage. Someone was stabbed Spices were poured on his body, and stray dogs bit his body."

I looked at Damien in shock.

In the Sunset Alley murder case, the suspect had already committed suicide by jumping off a building... Now, a similar case had appeared.

Was it a copycat murder or a serial killing?

"But what was different this time was that there was a miracle. The person who was stabbed didn’t die. Although his body was bitten by stray dogs, he was still breathing when the police found him. But it’s still uncertain whether he can be rescued."