Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Do you know who my idol is? Cinderella. She endured bullying from her stepmother and stepsisters for so many years without going crazy. Unlike these people today, who are full of shame."

"Let me protect you. Arrogant people like you are usually their target. Let’s go." Joel firmly grasped Eason’s hand and pulled him along.

"Go away." Eason’s anger was palpable. After all, he was significantly older than him.

Moreover, as they spent more time together, Eason noticed a striking resemblance between Joel’s childlike nature and that of Simeon. Simeon used to enjoy teasing him, and now Joel did too.

Eason abruptly halted his steps, feeling a surge of unexplained anger. Without a second thought, he pushed Joel away and left.

Joel was confused. "Has he lost his mind? Why did he suddenly become angry? Women have an even better temper than he does."

Zion was rendered speechless.

Violette explained with a resigned look, "You’re just 18. How old is he? You challenge Eason’s ego every time. The fact that he even talks to you speaks volumes about his character."

He was somewhat arrogant, self-centered, and self-righteous. But he was also kind.

Eason stormed furiously toward the bathroom located on the 15th floor.

"Eason, it’s not advisable to act alone," Zion shouted, but Eason ignored him.

Zion had no choice but to look at Joel. "Follow him. Those lunatics are familiar with our information." Thus, Joel followed him reluctantly.

I glanced at Dexter and whispered, "Let’s grab something to eat first. I’m starving."

As Dexter was about to leave with me, Una quickly stepped in to block his path. I regarded Una with caution and uttered, "Stay away from him."

"Don’t act like a fierce dog guarding its food. This will make you appear highly insecure. What are you so afraid of? Are you scared that he might fall in love with me?" Una provoked sarcastically, raising her hand to push me away.

However, before she could do it, Dexter firmly held her wrist.

Dexter gave Una a warning look. "Can you imagine someone falling in love with a piece of clothing while disregarding his wife’s safety?"

I felt a sense of satisfaction as I gazed provocatively at Una. At that moment, my inner emotions were a captivating mix of complexity and excitement. They were feelings I had never encountered before.

It was as if all my self-assurance and confidence stemmed from my partner’s preference. Speaking of Dexter, he truly provided me with a profound sense of security in every aspect.

Una’s expression clearly displayed her dissatisfaction. As a clone, being compared to a mere piece of clothing was undeniably distressing.

Una’s gaze locked onto Dexter’s palm. "Such a coincidence... The safe demands palm print and iris verification, but many people are injured."

Dexter disregarded Una’s suspicions and firmly grasped my hand, leading me away. "Let’s go."

"Dexter..." Una murmured.

Nevertheless, Dexter ignored her completely.

Una sneered, staring at Dexter.

I frowned, gazing at her intently. Una was more complex than I thought. Although Nancy was no longer alive, Una, being her "daughter," had been brought up by the organization for countless years.

It was evident that she wouldn’t be willing to simply abandon the organization. I harbored suspicions that she was still an active member.

In addition, Genome Society shared the same goal of uncovering the true identity of the president of Crowdstar Group. However, I was uncertain whether the president of Crowdstar Group could indeed be trusted.

"Sophia..." Damien had been waiting at the door. Upon catching sight of me, he seemed a little nervous. "Are you sure you’re calling me? She’s clearly more like Sophia." I sneered, glancing back at Una.

Damien was stunned for a moment and looked up at Una.

"You should’ve witnessed Nancy’s experiment and the police investigation. I’m simply Sofia Miller after Peter applied hypnosis and implanted memories, not Sophia Milford," I reminded Damien, urging him to refrain from bothering me further.

Damien hung his head, overcome with guilt. He probably didn’t expect me to realize that he was also asking questions on the day of my lie detector test. It was funny because Damien was so immature, and it was easy to see through his behavior.

He asked me if I loved him or Dexter, which was such a silly and childish question that only he would ask.

"Sophia..." Damien wanted to say something but then fell silent, probably acquiescing to the fact that I was not Sophia.

"This cruise is bizarre and has ventured away from the open seas. You and Juliet should take care of yourselves." I glanced at Juliet, who was hiding behind him.

Juliet had become deeply reliant on Damien. Without his support, she might not have been able to survive. Living with HIV, she had been on medication to manage it throughout the year.

It appeared that her life had been largely shattered. The Rebels were toying with her, preventing her from dying easily. Her days were filled with fear, a sensation even more torturous than the thought of dying.

"Damien, if you raise and love a cat, but it passes away, so you choose to clone its cells to create a new cat, will your love for the original cat continue with the cloned cat?"

Just as Dexter and I were leaving, I heard Una’s voice. She was asking Damien if he was willing to extend his feelings for Sophia to her.

My steps froze. I was uninterested in Damien’s answer. Dexter appeared worried that I might change my mind, so he grasped my hand and stormed out angrily.

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed from the staircase entrance. It was Eason’s voice! We immediately ran downstairs.

On the 15th floor, Eason noticed a woman acting strangely in the restroom. She was leaning on the sink, and her eyes were red, with blood coming out from the corners.

"Do you need help?" Eason approached her cautiously and asked.

Suddenly, the woman collapsed onto the ground, leaving Eason filled with fear. That was when he unleashed a piercing scream.

Joel quickly approached Eason and asked anxiously, "What’s wrong?"

Eason breathed a sigh of relief and instinctively pointed at the woman on the ground. "Call the police." Joel couldn’t help but ask, "Aren’t you and Zion... the only two policemen on this cruise?"

Only then did Eason realize that he was a policeman. After clearing his throat to dispel the embarrassment, Eason immediately cordoned off the crime scene with maintenance signs to restrict access and protect the integrity of the area. "It appears that the killer has begun killing people." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"In such a short period, from leaving the hall until now, he managed to silently kill someone..." Joel frowned as he spoke.

Dexter, Zion, Violette, and I hurried down and saw the body that had been surrounded.

"Look." Violette pointed to the mirror, where the abbreviation "CN" was written in lipstick.

"What’s the meaning of ’CN’?" Joel asked.

"The next victim’s initials. The Yesa police said that this murderer is extremely arrogant. Before he kills the next person, he’ll leave a notice in advance next to the body." Zion surveyed the scene vigilantly.

This was also similar to the Huma serial murder case. The serial murder case in Huma involved a Death List of people who were targeted to die. In Yesa, the murderer issued a notice before killing each person. It seemed that the serial murder case in Huma was more challenging, which might have led the murderer in Yesa to feel provoked.

"CN. We need to find a list of everyone who boarded the ship to protect the next potential victim from the murderer. Otherwise, we’ll be lost."

Time was ticking, and this murderer was too arrogant.

Other guests screamed upon finding the body.

Soon, news of the death spread quickly on the cruise ship.

Just as we were about to approach the staff on the cruise ship to request the name list, another scream echoed from the deck.

We hurried over and caught sight of a stunning woman in a slip dress standing rigidly by the guardrail on the deck. Her face was ashen, and her lips were stained with blood. It was unmistakable that she was dead.

"How did he manage to do it in such a short amount of time?" asked Zion in astonishment, rapidly approaching to assess the situation.

Next to the body, a word was written in blood, "You." The first woman to see that body became his next target.

I turned around and looked at the deck warily. He had to be hiding among the group of people here. Otherwise, he wouldn’t know who saw the body first. He would likely consider me or Violette as his next target.

Dexter stood protectively in front of me, his gaze indifferent yet daring as he surveyed everyone on the deck. It was as if he was silently challenging anyone who dared to harm the person he cared about.