Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Damien scoffed, seemingly mocking Dexter. He believed that Dexter would be wrong and that he was being prideful. Damien stubbornly believed in Juliet.

At that moment, Damien seemed pitiful. He was blinded by a one-time life-saving grace.

"Sophia..."

When the police left to investigate, both Damien and Dexter tried to talk to me.

I frowned and stared warily at the two men.

One was the ex-lover whom I had completely forgotten after suffering from amnesia. Meanwhile, the other was the man that I once stupidly loved after my amnesia.

But the both of them... felt like strangers to me.

Damien seemed to be regretful, but the attitude he had toward Juliet was ridiculous and ironic. I could see through him.

And it was even more so for Dexter. He was a genius. He could locate the missing Juliet by just looking through the surveillance footage.

It was impossible for him to not have found clues to the serial murder cases, unless the culprit behind the serial murder cases was more intelligent than Dexter or a prodigy like him.

Back in the days of the advanced class, there were only two top prodigies who scored full marks. They were Dexter and Simeon. If Simeon was alive...

For years after that, no other students in the advanced class could score full marks. Dexter and Simeon made records in school history.

"Sophia..." Damien stepped forward. "Juliet would never voluntarily expose herself to danger. She won’t be in the demolition area. These are all deceptions, unless..."

Damien lowered his voice and whispered to me, "Unless Dexter planned the entire thing. He got somebody to kidnap Juliet and hypocritically accused someone else for doing that."

I glanced icily at Damien. I noticed his hostility toward Dexter.

"You should mind your own business, Mr. Coleman," I said, backing away.

Feeling hurt, Damien frowned and gazed at me, wondering why I did not trust him.

"Have you ever thought of how he might be the mastermind behind the serial murder cases? He arranged for the killers. He’s trying to kill you by taking advantage of the killers."

Beginning to feel upset, I frowned. Damien was getting noisy.

But his words reminded me of one thing. If Dexter was the mastermind... nobody would discover the truth. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

What if Dexter had planned everything, and someone else executed it—just like how it was illustrated on the wall of evidence in the basement?

There were two question marks. One pointed to the planner, one pointed to the executor.

I wondered if Dexter could have been hesitant to reveal himself.

But if Dexter was responsible for my death yet treated me kindly after recognizing me and behaved so obediently...

That would be horrifying... and crazy.

"Sophia..." Dexter stood near me and softly called my name.

I glanced at him before looking away.

As if knowing that he was at fault, Dexter’s head hung low.

I hated it when people made me the wager of a bet. Damien once made me a wager in a bet with his friends, and Dexter did the same this time...

No matter who ended up winning, I felt very disappointed.

"Found them!"

After a long silence, Phil rushed in to tell us the news.

"We heard sounds of a generator in a soon-to-be demolished building in the demolition zone. Juliet was inside! She was free, and nobody was constraining her. She was in hiding!"

Panting, Phil poured himself a glass of water.

Dexter kept his head low in silence, and he didn’t dare to look at me.

On the other hand, Damien’s expression darkened.

He asked, "Was it you?"

He was questioning Dexter.

"You sent somebody to take her there, didn’t you?"

Dexter gazed coldly at Damien.

"You bet, you pay. Are you a coward, Damien? Trying to shift the blame now?" Violette snarled.

"Do you think Juliet is a good person?"

Violette rolled her eyes, then looked at Zion.

"I knew it, Juliet was being a bitch."

Damien angrily pointed at Dexter. "You designed all this."

Dexter was silent, but he glared at Damien with a mocking smirk. Angered, Damien leaned forward to assault Dexter. I stood in front of Dexter to protect him, glaring at Damien.

"Damien Coleman, you bet, you pay. You offered to make a bet, and you lost."

I hoped for Damien to permanently exit my life starting today.

Dexter embraced me from behind while his gaze toward Damien became increasingly cold. "You lost..."

Damien clenched his fists but remained silent. He was holding it in.

Soon, they returned with Juliet.

The police had no right to restrict her freedom while Juliet had the right to go anywhere she wanted. As such, Juliet started to make excuses.

"Somebody told me that the killer was targeting me. They told me to escape and not let anyone discover me. I was told that there were clothes hidden in the washroom, and I should escape after putting them on."

Juliet sobbed and continued, "I was afraid... that I would get killed. I was scared to be made into a specimen like Sophia Milford and be eternally stuck in a glass display cabinet."

With red eyes, Juliet showed the police a phone number.

"This was the person who sent me the messages."

"And you believed a stranger? What if that was the killer? If we hadn’t found you, you might have died already!" the police berated Juliet.

Crying, Juliet said to Damien, "Damien, you left to meet Sophia... I was too scared, and somebody texted me. So, I trusted them."

She purposefully glanced at Dexter. "I’m so scared..."

It was obvious that she was starting to put up an act, trying to blame Dexter.

"Was it you?" Damien glared at Dexter and grabbed his collar.

"What would my objective be?" Dexter asked plainly.

"You baited Juliet away on purpose so that I’d panic. Then, you’d help find her and make a bet with me, making sure that I’d lose!" Damien growled.

Zion sighed. Even Eason couldn’t bear to listen further.

It was evident that Damien could not win Dexter, be it with his intelligence or debate skills.

When Damien accused Dexter, Dexter did not try to explain himself. Instead, he let Damien describe his objectives. But the more Damien spoke, the more mistakes he made. Everyone knew Damien had suggested making the bet while Dexter had simply agreed.

At that moment, Damien came to realize it. He glared at Dexter. "You knew that I was going to make a bet with you?"

Damien was not only angry but also surprised. It was as if he finally realized how scary Dexter was.

"I don’t understand what you’re trying to say." Dexter looked at me woefully, wanting me to defend him.

"Damien, you should go home with your life savior.

"It’s getting late, don’t disappear again," I said grimly, looking at Juliet with tightly clenched fists.

"All victims of the serial murder case were discovered in rivers. I’m sure there’ll be a nasty river that’s good for the murderer to dispose of your body at..." I scoffed as I stared icily at Juliet.

"You want to be a specimen in the glass display cabinet? Who do you think you are?"

Scared, Juliet hid behind Damien. She looked at me in fear. "Sophia..."

Dexter panicked just like Juliet. Almost out of reflex, he pulled me into his embrace.

He said, "Sophia, my wounds hurt... Let’s go home, okay?"

I snapped back to my senses and paused. I was surprised to hear what I said earlier...

Eason stared at me in confusion, but he didn’t say anything.

I looked at Violette and Zion. I was afraid that they would misunderstand me.

I was afraid that they would suspect that I was related to the culprit.

After all, Sofia’s identity was rather special.