Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I was terrified, so I instinctively covered my mouth in fear. I felt a deep sense of shame for my actions. In my panic, I scratched the back of Dexter’s hand, leaving three bloody marks.

Dexter just chuckled, took a deep breath, and embraced me even more tightly.

"Go away..." At this very moment, I simply couldn’t bear the thought of thinking about anything else. My heart raced. I felt my anger surging from the depths of my soul. I was overwhelmed by sheer embarrassment.

Dexter was indeed very successful in changing the subject. I knew he was avoiding my questions.

"Sophia, it’s not over yet." Dexter adamantly refused to let me go so easily.

I became furious and impulsively bit him on the neck. I repeatedly hit and punched him, all the while fearing that I might seriously harm him. Yet, he likely perceived this as "fun" and continued his actions...

"Dexter, you’re doomed," I threatened with a hint of anger. However, he responded by exerting stronger force intentionally, his voice taking on a different tone. I continued to bite him with frustration, making sure not to do it too audibly. All I could do was endure it silently...

After a long time, Dexter finally let me go. My legs were shaking slightly... I leaned against the wall for a moment and shot him a fierce glare. That bastard then took advantage and kissed me once more.

I said firmly, "Don’t touch me for a year, starting now."

Dexter felt deeply aggrieved without uttering a word.

I ignored him and pushed him away. After that, I dressed myself and walked out.

Dexter followed me with a look of grievance as if he were not the one who had been so aggressive just now and refused to stop. "Honey, you’re forgetting our intimate moments together after getting dressed."

I turned around and gave him a piercing glare. As I arrived in the living room, I noticed Joel sitting upright, gazing at me with a sympathetic expression.

I cleared my throat slightly and tried to explain, "The bathroom shower was broken. We were trying to fix it."

Joel stared at Dexter. "Shameless."

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Why aren’t you at school in broad daylight? What are you doing here? "Dexter retorted and poured me a glass of water.

I ignored him. However, I was really thirsty, so I took the glass and took a sip.

"Something happened to Quinn," Joel replied grimly.

Dexter’s hand, which assisted me in peeling the fruit, paused as he looked up at Joel. "Be more specific." "The police overseas have found Quinn’s body in a human trafficking hideout. Aware of the police on her trail, she strategically stirred up public opinion online, acting as bait to lure the organization’s members into finding her. Just before her death, she managed to send her location to the authorities.

"Consequently, the hideout was destroyed, and 16 genius teenagers were rescued, including six foreigners. The remaining ten have also been safely sent back. Further investigation is expected to be carried out." Joel turned to Dexter and added, "This hideout was used for illegal organ transplants. Wealthy individuals would pre-order cloned experimental subjects with the same genes as themselves. Once the subjects matured, their organs would then be transplanted to minimize the risk of rejection."

Therefore, those people kept certain special geniuses captive and cultivated them like crops, harvesting them repeatedly. They used them for their own benefit, reducing the cost of scientific research.

After all, using internationally renowned scientists to study these matters would not only reveal their intent but also effortlessly draw attention from all sides.

Therefore, rather than relying on well-known scientists, it was best to nurture talent internally and build an industrial chain from the source to the finished product.

I had to say that the mastermind behind the organization was a true business genius and possessed exceptional business acumen.

"Quinn endured extensive torture before her death. The organization excelled at torturing others. Zion and Eason have returned. They found a video of Quinn being tortured at the hideout. The level of suffering was beyond what most humans could endure, yet she remained resolute."

"Not once did she disclose any secrets about the Rebels until her last breath."

Joel took a deep breath. He never expected that a woman who had endured prolonged domestic violence could actually take such action.

"Eventually, light will conquer darkness. These were her final words." Joel should have just come back from Eason’s place.

Carol’s body was missing. Eason and Zion searched for a long time but couldn’t find it. It seemed Quinn took it, but now, Quinn had also passed away. No one knew where she took Carol’s body.

"Quinn is a Rebel, and the organization needs to eliminate her. She intentionally allowed the organization to take her in and led the police to the hideout to rescue the geniuses who were trafficked. By doing so, she dealt a blow to the organization," I whispered as I placed the water glass on the table.

The organization established an extensive industrial chain to carry out genetic crimes. This chain encompassed every aspect, from human trafficking and human experimentation to gene cloning, global organ supply, surrogacy supply, and even the production of various stem cells and heme.

All of these illegal activities were utilized within the beauty and anti-aging industry.

Tens of thousands of people went missing every day around the world. These missing individuals were treated as commodities, becoming a feast for those at the top of the food chain. They "fed" on human blood, "gnawed" on human bones, and trampled on human life and rights.

Finally, a group of people emerged and started opposing the darkness and the organization. They gathered and developed this chess game, beginning with the "serial murder" case.

Joining the game was a dead end. Benjamin also made this statement when he was in the ruined building.

Every Rebel was both a victim and a murderer. From the moment they entered the game, they were destined to die. It was the same for Quinn.

She knew she had committed a capital crime and would eventually face death. Nonetheless, she bravely sacrificed herself as bait, using her weakened body to tear open a corner of the veil of Genome Society and expose the darkness that had been shrouded in secrecy.

Joel shrugged. "Next, the police will conduct a thorough investigation. This is a long-term process, but with the rescue of these geniuses, they’ll be able to swiftly uncover crucial evidence and press forward."

"Therefore, we should regain our focus, and I should prioritize my college entrance exam. We should entrust the remaining investigation to the police."

Joel meant that we had done our part, and now it was up to the police to investigate.

"If the darkness is dense, it’ll be difficult for the sun to move forward," I whispered and glanced at Dexter.

The dark clouds appeared to have cleared, but it turned out that it was still challenging to completely clear the sky.

"Sir, Jimmy holds 15% of Martin’s shares and has recently joined the board of directors of the Black Group. Not only that, he has also successfully established his own company called Sunwise Group in Huma. "This venture focuses on diverse sectors such as cultural media, business management, and cultural tourism. The coverage is extensive, and investment was secured in a short time. Branch companies have expanded rapidly and experienced swift development."

"Ewan entered the room and promptly reported Jimmy’s actions to Dexter.

I held the glass of water, lost in thought.

Jimmy was a smart person who knew how to use his intelligence and abilities. He was demonstrating his strength and now had his own successful business. Even though his emerging industry couldn’t compete with old companies like the Coleman Group, the future looked promising. He could still double his worth.

Joel raised his eyebrows and smiled at Dexter. "People are mocking you outside because they think you sold the Black Group to Crowdstar Group without getting any benefits. They’re saying you’re a fool."

"It’s good to sell it," I instinctively responded, gripping Dexter’s hand tightly.

I started to become selfish, not wanting him to become rich and powerful and stand at the top of the food chain. The so-called game was a dead end, and I didn’t want Dexter to get involved.

"Mr. Martin Black is here." Leo signed in the yard. Joel looked at him, then back at Dexter. Once again, Martin and his gang of bloodsuckers from the Black family appeared at the door.