Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Sophia? Sophia..." I heard Dexter’s familiar voice calling my name hoarsely while I was in a trance.

I gradually regained my focus, unveiling a clear image of the person beside me. It was Dexter. He was like a shining light, guiding me through dark times. He was like my remedy, infusing me with motivation and hope to carry on.

"Dexter..." I whispered, shaking my head. It was only when I fully regained consciousness that I realized our current situation.

I was thrown beside Dexter. We were surrounded by "suspects" with wounded hands who might be the president of Crowdstar Group. We were all locked up in an operating room within the medical capsule.

As I counted, there were 13 people in total, including Dexter. It was evident that the lunatics had meticulously chosen the most likely 13 from a pool of over 300 passengers. Clearly, they were confident that the president of Crowdstar Group was among these 13 individuals.

"Are you experiencing any discomfort in any part of your body?" Dexter nervously glanced at me and proceeded to examine my head.

Being knocked unconscious was painful, but it was not a big deal. "I’m fine."

I embraced him and rested in his arms to reassure him. "Let me rest in your arms for a moment."

Dexter dutifully leaned against the wall on the floor, allowing me to find solace in his embrace. "Dexter, you’re the president of Crowdstar Group, right?" I asked in a hushed tone.

I was a little worried. Once his hand was healed and the Rebels knew who he was, he would be in a dilemma. Genome Society wouldn’t fully trust him, and neither would the Rebels. By then, all of Dexter’s plans would be disrupted.

Dexter still didn’t give me a direct answer. Instead, he gently rubbed my head. "Don’t be afraid."

"Ewan is a member of the Rebels. You already knew that, didn’t you?" I asked again.

Dexter was incredibly intelligent. He undoubtedly knew that Ewan was a member of the Rebels. Dexter glanced at me, clearly intending to speak but ultimately gestured for us to remain silent. We had to be cautious and not trust anyone because we never knew who might be listening.

Our only reliable source of trust was each other.

"I found the murderer who killed Sophia," I informed Dexter, my voice hoarse with emotion.

Dexter’s body noticeably stiffened, and his breathing quickened as he looked at me. "Who is it?"

"The creator of this Death Cruise and the mastermind behind the serial killings. She’s also the leader of the Rebels. She wears a human-skin mask and has a hoarse voice like someone with vocal cord damage. I didn’t see her face, but I saw the birthmark on her arm," I explained softly.

Observing the change in Dexter’s eyes, it was clear that he was completely unaware of it. Dexter’s eyes blazed with anger as he struggled to maintain a calm appearance. However, the pulsing veins on his forehead and temples revealed his true emotions.

I remembered Dexter’s vow to find the person who took Sophia’s life. And now, he had found the murderer.

"I’ll kill her," uttered Dexter in a hushed tone, indifferent to whether the perpetrator was a man or a woman.

"The law will bring her to justice. She has killed so many people, and the police possess undeniable evidence. She’ll surely be punished with a death sentence." I gently closed my eyes, resting in Dexter’s embrace.

"No... What if she also has a mental illness?" Dexter asked me, his head hanging low. His breathing was a little rapid as if he already knew her identity.

When I mentioned that the murderer was a woman, Dexter was noticeably shocked.

"Do you know who she is?" I asked Dexter, my gaze locking on him.

The door opened right as Dexter was about to talk. A group of individuals dressed as doctors entered the room, attending to the injured hands of the people present. Almost everyone’s wounds had already healed, so there was no issue with proceeding with the safe unlocking test.

However, Dexter had a more severe hand injury that looked quite gruesome. The doctor and nurse administered medicine to him. "Make sure to keep the wound dry and avoid scratching it. This will help it heal faster."

But Dexter appeared unwilling to let the injury heal quickly.

The masked woman at the door said in a strange voice, "Bleeding again, Dexter? Using this method to buy yourself more time?"

She was still in disguise. Dexter locked eyes with her, the murderous intent and anger in his gaze intense.

She smiled and turned her gaze toward me. "It appears she has informed you of everything. You must want to kill me now."

Dexter moved swiftly, catching everyone off guard as he reached out and strangled her neck. His sheer strength caused her face to immediately flush red as her features contorted in agony.

But she didn’t beg for mercy. Instead, she wore a strange smile. "Dexter, you’re so pathetic... You’ll never be with your loved one, just like me..."

Dexter’s arm muscles were tense, and he continued to tighten his grip around her neck. If he had just done it for one more second, he might have been able to break her neck. However, the other Rebels had already aimed their guns at my head. They threatened him, "Release her, or we’ll kill this woman."

Dexter turned around and gazed at the Rebels with an icy demeanor. He feared they might genuinely harm me. Hence, he released her. He did not dare to take risks as long as I was involved. He wholeheartedly offered his all for me.

"Dexter!" They seized the chance to punch Dexter in the stomach and proceeded to beat him relentlessly. Dexter remained on the ground without fighting back while they beat him as I was still under their control. "Dexter!" I forcefully pushed away the armed man beside me and quickly moved forward to shield Dexter. He was always silly. He should know these people wouldn’t really shoot me.

The masked woman glanced down at us, a contemptuous smile on her face. "Hah... Dexter, stop acting smart and playing tricks. If I don’t see your wound fully healed by tomorrow, I’ll kill her."

The masked woman pointed at me and said in a low, threatening tone, "If I was able to kill her once, I can do it again. If you don’t believe me, go ahead and try it."

Dexter clenched his hands tightly, seething with anger like a wild beast ready to tear her apart. I hugged him tightly, knowing this wasn’t the moment for a direct confrontation. They were armed. Despite Dexter’s strength, he was no match for a bullet.

"Enjoy your final moments. If you’re the president of Crowdstar Group, you’ll die too," said the masked woman in a low voice before turning to leave.

"Dexter..."I anxiously examined the wounds on his body.

Dexter held my hand and shook his head.

"Dude, are you the president of Crowdstar Group? If so, please confess now and don’t involve us in this situation. We were brought here for no reason."

"That’s right. We don’t know anything."

The others started causing a commotion, demanding that Dexter turn himself in. They were afraid that if he wasn’t the president of Crowdstar Group, these lunatics would kill them directly.

"He isn’t..." I tried to explain furiously.

Dexter suddenly shouted toward the door, "I am. I’m the president of Crowdstar Group. I agree to all your requests, but you must release my wife and these people."