Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I gazed at Damien with indifference, fully anticipating this outcome. It was clear that the one in panic now was not me but Juliet.

Juliet glanced anxiously at Una while hiding behind Damien. She was likely overwhelmed by feelings of guilt and fear. Una’s gaze shifted toward Juliet, a faint smile playing on her lips. It revealed the perceived superiority of higher beings looking down upon those of lower status.

Una didn’t even consider Juliet a potential threat and completely underestimated her.

Juliet was clearly avoiding Una’s gaze. She anxiously tugged at Damien’s sleeve. "Damien... I’m a little flustered. Can you accompany me to the deck to get some fresh air?"

Damien glanced back at Juliet and nodded. "Certainly,"

Juliet let out a sigh of relief and glanced at Una and myself with a sense of pride. I couldn’t fathom what was going through her mind. Did she believe that her intelligence could outshine that of the clone?

"Sophia," Damien said, looking at me and then at Una. He was seemingly unsure of who exactly he should be addressing as "Sophia."

I ignored him, feeling a little disgusted.

"Officer Landon, could you explain..." Damien asked Zion for his assistance in explaining the presence of an individual who bore an uncanny resemblance to Sophia.

As a member of the Global Trade Union, Damien had openly raised the question of human cloning in the laboratory. How he could not know about clones?

Una appeared to be a replica of Sophia, except she was not truly Sophia. Sophia was dead, displayed in a glass cabinet in her death. He had seen the body before. Damien simply refused to acknowledge this truth.

"This is Una, Sophia’s... identical twin sister." Zion could only explain it this way.

Una smiled at Damien. The smile resembled Sophia’s from before, the old Sophia before she lost her memory. It was a smile devoid of emotion. It was cold and calculating.

"Before you arrived, Juliet and I were stuck on the 16th floor for three days. She’s feeling a bit seasick, so I’m going to take her to relax for a while now," said Damien evasively as he led Juliet away.

He refused to acknowledge Sophia’s death. Now, he couldn’t bear to confront anyone who resembled her or might be her.

"Zion, imagine me waking up one day to find that I have switched bodies. My soul now resides in Eason’s body, and Eason’s soul resides in mine. Tell me, would you prefer Eason’s body with my soul or his soul with my body?" Violette inquired, giving Zion a cheeky nudge.

Zion was left utterly speechless. Eason stood there, his face clouded with disdain. "I have no interest in men, thank you. It’s quite gross."

Violette rolled her eyes at Eason. "The question wasn’t meant for you."

Eason struggled to find his voice and whispered softly, "I don’t want to be in a woman’s body. It’s disgusting. I don’t like men."

Joel scoffed and placed his hand on Eason’s shoulder. "Have you ever heard of gay people being homophobic? Let’s go to the restaurant."

Eason was furious when Joel kept grabbing him back and forth. "Little brat, I’m many years older than you. Please respect me more."

"Alright, Mr. Grant. Let’s go find the 14-year-old girl," Joel said as he towered over Eason, his strong and imposing figure casting a deliberate sense of unease.

Eason was not short either, but when compared to Joel, he seemed somewhat petite.

Meanwhile, Zion took a long time to understand Violette’s words and replied softly, "Beautiful exteriors may all appear similar, but the captivating souls are truly distinctive. Without a soul, isn’t it just a lifeless doll?"

Violette raised her chin and said, "Good answer."

Zion smiled warmly and extended his hand toward Violette, his palm turning upward. Violette gracefully placed her hand on top of Zion’s in return. "Let’s go to the restaurant."

I glanced at Violette and Zion and leaned into Dexter, whispering, "Have they already confirmed their relationship?"

"I heard that Violette went on another blind date, which made Zion so angry that he went to the restaurant where the blind date was held to confront her. They might be together. Eason mentioned that Zion brought her back to his home," Dexter whispered and gossiped in a very cheeky tone.

"What could they possibly do at home alone? They couldn’t have discussed the case, could they?" Dexter responded earnestly.

I sighed and took Dexter’s wrist, guiding him away. "Let’s go. It’s time to find the little girl."

Over there, Jimmy leaned against the wall. When we all left, he walked over to Una. We were unaware of what they said.

When I went downstairs, I happened to see Jimmy talking to Una.

"I won’t die easily again," I whispered to Dexter as he held my hand tightly.

He turned around and locked eyes with me, his gaze filled with intensity.

"I refuse to waste any more of my life. So no matter what happens, you must choose me unconditionally over anyone else," I reiterated. I wouldn’t die so easily. There was no need to look for a "resurrection body " for me.

Dexter looked at me nervously and tightened his grip. "Don’t lie to me."

"I won’t lie to you." I grinned.

I would never deceive Dexter, but when it came to other individuals, it would depend on the circumstances.

Dexter smiled warmly and reached out to draw me into his embrace. Perhaps he had also noticed the profound transformation I had undergone since my return.

"Don’t worry... I’ll never mistake you." Dexter’s voice was hoarse as his trembling body held me tightly. He was probably afraid that I would die in the laboratory.

"I believe you." I rested my chin on his shoulder.

"Sophia, did you see Damien’s hesitation when he saw Una? It’s clear that he doesn’t truly love you. He’s nothing but a hypocritical liar. Sophia, don’t like him anymore." Dexter started to speak ill of Damien. "Mhm. I don’t like him." I nodded.

Dexter stood up proudly and led me downstairs.

"Why didn’t these people search our bodies? We all have weapons..." I was a little confused.

"We can’t identify the NPCs, except for the ones carrying guns in the cockpit." Because we couldn’t identify the Rebels in the crowded group.

There was one thing that was certain. Over a hundred wealthy individuals were members of both the Global Trade Union and Genome Society. However, among the remaining thousand individuals, there were also some Rebels. Despite us having weapons, their usefulness was minimal. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

That night, we discovered the 14-year-old girl in the common dining area on the third floor. Clad in her performance dance costume, she was trembling with fear as she sought refuge under the table to savor her fruit.

The entire cruise ship had returned to its former liveliness. The chef was as busy as ever, preparing meals as usual. Everyone was dining as per routine.

The only difference was that the common dining area seemed less crowded, with many guests flocking to the VIP section on the 16th floor. This exclusive area catered to the wealthy with its offerings of scallops, lobsters, and various other premium seafood not available in other dining areas.

"We’re here to rescue you," I said as I squatted on the ground and looked at the young girl.

The young girl climbed out cautiously, her mouth filled with grease. "Seriously?"

I nodded. "The police are already on the cruise. If they come searching for you again, I’ll bring you to them.

The young girl wiped her mouth and nodded obediently. "Madam, please eat quickly. When I was hiding under the cabin, I overheard the bad guys saying that from tomorrow on, they would limit food and distribute the remaining resources on the cruise based on wealth.

"Only the wealthy will have access to delicious food. Those without money will only be able to eat dry bread."

I was momentarily stunned and turned to look back at Dexter. "Are they intentionally trying to provoke conflict between the rich and the poor?"

Dexter frowned and remained silent, his expression clearly indicating the seriousness of the matter. It was evident that this was no trivial issue.

"Let’s take her to Zion. Then, we’ll locate the president of Crowdstar Group and ensure his safety. You must have met him before, right? Only then will we have the opportunity to contact the top leader of the organization."

I grabbed Dexter’s arm and quickly led him toward the entrance of the elevator.

We had to locate the president of Crowdstar Group immediately. It would be extremely perilous if conflicts and riots involving over a thousand individuals unfolded.

Dexter held me back and hesitated to speak, "Sophia... Actually..."