Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Dexter and Zion walked out from the private room’s washroom.

Tristan tried to run, but Dexter grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall. "Does Quinton Lambert have something to do with Yvette’s disappearance?"

Tristan panicked and tried to run again, yet he couldn’t break free. "I don’t know! I don’t know anything!" "Are you not planning to tell us?" Dexter grabbed his hair and slammed him against the wall again. His gaze was cold like a merciless killer. Zion wanted to intervene, but I stopped him.

Dexter dragged Tristan over to the table and pressed him down. He then pulled out a syringe from his pocket and coldly said, "This is potassium chloride. You should know that you’ll die for sure once this poison enters your bloodstream."

The syringe’s needle had pierced through Tristan’s skin. His face paled as he looked at Dexter, terrified. The veins on his neck bulged in fear and anger. "Who the fuck are you guys? Yvette has no family to care for her. You-"

The needle pierced Tristan’s vein before he could finish his sentence. He was genuinely panicking at this point.

We could tell from his words that their targets for the "sacrifice" were mostly from troubled or broken families, or individuals from extremely rural villages. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Even those missing men who had connections with Helen were mostly orphans. Some of them even came from divorced families where no one cared for them.

Tristan said, "Quinton made me seduce and hand over to him a woman whom nobody cared for. I had no idea what he was planning to do. Quinton is a lunatic; he has caused the deaths of many women. Go find him instead!

"He brought Yvette away and locked her up. It’s been years since I last saw her!" He sobbed while trembling, even wetting his pants.

Dexter’s gaze was cold as he got up. He glanced at Tristan disdainfully before giving him a kick. He then tossed the syringe into the trash can. It wasn’t potassium chloride inside but a saline solution.

Zion coughed. This kind of interrogation method was rather efficient sometimes. He decided to turn a blind eye to Dexter’s method this once.

"So, Quinton Lambert?" I raised a brow. I managed to record everything Tristan had just said on my phone.

"Don’t tell him that I was the one who ratted him out. He’ll kill me!" Tristan lost it instantly when he saw me video-recording him. He lunged at me but was kicked away by Dexter.

It was evident that his fear of Quinton was greater than that of potassium chloride.

"Are you this afraid of your own brother?" I asked, chuckling.

Tristan dropped onto the floor, trembling. "He’ll make you wish you were never born..."

Quinton had clearly done many terrifying things.

"You mentioned that he caused the deaths of many women. Is it still the case now?" I crouched down in front of Tristan.

"He... He always asks me to get him some women-those without a family or who have nobody to care for

them." Tristan cried while pleading, "Who exactly are you guys? Please don’t tell Quinton what I told you. I’ll do whatever you ask me to!"

"Good. Go tell him that you found him another woman." I patted him on the head. "An orphan from the mountains without any surviving family."

Tristan looked at me wide-eyed. "You... Do you know that he’s a lunatic? He’s not looking for women to... do those kinds of things. He enjoys... playing hunter. You get what I mean?"

I squinted. Quinton enjoyed playing hunter?

"You don’t understand. They have a convoy that often brings young, neglected women to desolated areas. I suggest you not to take the risk. Those people are all psychopaths, "Tristan shuddered as he spoke.

"Those people..." Zion was keen on catching his words. "Write down their names and do as you’re told. We’ll tell everything you’ve said to Quinton otherwise."

Terrified, Tristan quickly wrote down the names of Quinton’s accomplices on a piece of paper.

Dexter frowned unhappily. He grabbed my wrist and asked, "Why did you make the decision on your own?

"We need to know what they’re doing," I comforted him softly.

Dexter glanced over at Zion coldly, "I don’t agree with this. They have many female officers. Let their people handle it."

Zion nodded hurriedly. "Alright, we’ll assign someone else to handle this."

"If the person behind Quinton is someone from Genome Society, perhaps we might be able to discover other laboratories besides Daisy’s. You’re aware that they won’t kill me, but the female officers will surely die if they’re to be found out," I whispered, looking at Dexter.

We had to uncover the truth.

"I..." Dexter hung his head low. "I don’t want you to take the risk."

He would have replaced me outright if only he could crossdress. However, he was just too tall for it.

"I’ll be fine. You guys can follow along and stay close to me," I reassured while hugging him.

Dexter remained silent as he continued to sulk.

Zion sent the list of names to his colleague in the car. "Look into these people."

An officer reported, "They’re all wealthy scions, some of whom are successful entrepreneurs. They’re indeed a convoy that enjoys off-roading and crossing desolated areas.

"There have been multiple missing person cases associated with them, yet everyone insists that the young women all left the convoy out of frustration. Those women couldn’t be found, and there were no bodies, so the cases were left unresolved."

The officers from the police department found that some of them had criminal records.

Dexter’s sullen gaze darkened as he eyed me. He refused to let someone he treasured take such risks.

I said, "We need to investigate this, Dexter."

Despite the missing person cases being a ploy from the Rebels, we were getting closer to uncovering the truth behind Genome Society-perhaps sooner than later.

Dexter remained tight-lipped, neither opposing nor agreeing to it. He felt conflicted. He probably only wanted me to live selfishly.

"We don’t have much time left together, Sophia," Dexter mumbled.

I was momentarily stunned. I couldn’t catch what he was saying.

Dexter looked at me and said again, "What I meant was, I want to treasure the days we have together. Let’s not care about all this and selfishly escape to some uninhibited place. We could bring along the kids and live ordinary lives together, couldn’t we?"

I looked at him. What he was talking about was also my dream, which I longed for. But everyone knew that we were living in The Truman Show we would never be safe no matter where we escaped to.

That was because Genome Society would never let us go-neither would Daisy.

Dexter became the person she cared about the most now that her reincarnation project had succeeded. She still needed him to reincarnate her into a youthful body.

"We’d be helping ourselves out too if we were to help them, Dexter. With so many of them still missing, they would be in utter despair if they were still alive," I whispered.

I recalled Sophia Milford’s memories before her death. The fear of being abducted and slowly killed off was truly despairing.

She had no one to save her. It was only when she opened her eyes and saw Dexter that it was as if she saw a ray of hope.

Tristan introduced the woman he had been "seeing" for a while to Quinton while they were at a desolate area in the west.

There were nine people in Quinton’s convoy. They brought a total of eight young women with them as they prepared to cross the desolated area.

I had put on some makeup and was dressed up modestly. I was in the last car of the convoy. Quinton’s driver was the one driving.