Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Genome Society made their way into the base. Carol’s men could only evacuate urgently.

The door was kicked open. Carol urged for her men to leave with Dexter.

"None of you will be able to leave if I leave with you," he said in a low voice.

I looked at Carol and mocked, "Aren’t you so full of yourself? You’re the one who brought this upon yourself."

She glared angrily at me. "Your snide comments are unnecessary, Sophia! It’s my oversight that we have a traitor among us this time, but there won’t be a next time!"

"Indeed, there won’t be a next time for you. You’ve already lost, after all." I sighed, mocking her lack of resolve.

Even if she managed to take the Rebels away from me, she still ended up losing. The mastermind of Genome Society didn’t even need to show themselves for it to end here.

Carol stared at me angrily. She felt frustrated. She couldn’t believe she had lost just like that.

"It’s not too late to leave now!" Ewan called out from behind her.

Carol tightened her fists and looked at Dexter. "Give me the reincarnation data and the genetic codes, Dexter."

Dexter sat in his wheelchair and looked at her indifferently. He would never give them to anyone.

Carol’s hands trembled as she realized that he would not give them to her.

"You’ll regret this," she said before turning to leave.

I stood behind Dexter and patted his shoulders.

"Don’t be afraid," I whispered.

Dexter smiled. He wasn’t at all afraid.

Genome Society’s mercenaries barged in and took Dexter and me away.

"Sophia!" Violette called for me nervously when she was released. She was about to come to me when Sarah’s men stopped her.

"Hello, madam," the leader of the mercenaries greeted Sarah respectfully. "Your plan has worked."

She smiled and said, "Let’s go."

Dexter and I had somewhat figured out her plan. Sarah had deliberately provoked Eason so that he would change his plan suddenly.

Joel would then come after him, and Genome Society would use that opportunity to catch him. With him in captivity, Carol would definitely hold a grudge.

They had already figured out her weaknesses. She was smart, but her hatred and anger often clouded her judgment. She was determined to capture Sarah and Violette to get back at Genome Society, which played right into Sarah’s trap.

Not only was there a tracking chip on Sarah, but they also had a spy to work from within the Rebels. They managed to take Dexter and me away.

Dexter had always been their true target.

Genome Society was suffering, and the mastermind was fighting for survival. They had ruthlessly shut down many laboratories in hopes of getting back stronger and Dexter was their only antidote.

"We’ve met again, Dexter." Sarah looked at him, her smile growing deeper.

Dexter ignored her and remained seated silently.noveldrama

Both Dexter and I were rendered unconscious. By the time I regained consciousness, I found myself in a dark laboratory, cut off from the outside world.

This should be Genome Society’s headquarters for the Othard region.

I couldn’t tell if we were still within Huma or within the country. Both Dexter and I had no clue how long we were out for.

"Sophia!" Dexter anxiously called for me once he regained consciousness. He only felt relieved when he found me right beside him.

He pushed himself up and crawled over before pulling me into his embrace.

I took a deep breath and placated him softly, "I’m fine, Dexter."

"Don’t be afraid," Dexter comforted me.

I knew that the fates of Dexter and I were now resting on Damien’s hands. He became our only way out alive. He was our only bargaining chip left now. I wondered if he was someone worth trusting.

If he succeeded in persuading Jimmy and managed to meet Genome Society’s mastermind, he might be able to work with the police to barge into this place.

We might still have a chance of surviving if that was the case. Otherwise, Dexter and I would only be met with our demise.

"Are you awake?" The door to the room opened, and Sarah walked in. She was holding a fruit platter and some freshly made waffles with jam.

Like a gentle mother, she smiled and said, "I made this jam myself. Come and have a taste."

I looked at Sarah warily. "Just tell us what you want. Why bother putting on an act?"

She smiled before shaking her head. "There’s no rush. The two of you haven’t had a peaceful day up until today. As your elder, I shouldn’t push you too hard."

After her pretentious words, she then spread the jam on the waffles. "This is the jam I made with the cherries from that cherry tree."

My chest tightened as I stared at her warily.

The cherry tree in the alley was the secret code between Ms. Ewing and me. My parents planted that cherry tree themselves.

"As expected, Ms. Ewing is on your side." I chuckled sardonically, unsurprised by the revelation.

Since Ms. Ewing had once taken care of Sarah in the mountaintop villa, it made sense that she was one of her people.

"Angel? Not only her, your parents were on my side as well." Sarah smiled and continued, "You’re my clone subject who’s closer to me than my own children. In a way, you are me, and I am you.

"I used your mother’s body to bring you to this world. I’m your original subject and your god." She placed the fork onto the plate and looked at me condescendingly.

"I’m the one who created you, Sophia. You’re neither a product of nature nor a creation of god. The one who created you is me." Sarah seemed proud of it, believing that the original subject should reign over their clone subjects.

"So what? Should I be submitting to you, then?" I chuckled coldly.

Sarah shook her head. "I’m just curious. How could my clone subject, who was created out of my genes, have an independent soul? There should only be one soul for the same body. Why have you defied the laws of nature?"

She was curious how I could live independently without being affected by the original subject.

All clone subjects couldn’t live long as they weren’t products of nature. As such, they would start to self-destruct once they reached a certain age.

It happened to Sofia Miller, the earlier Sophia Milford, and also Una. No clone subjects were exempted from such fate.

As for me, I was "reincarnated" into this current body as an independent soul after dying several times.

In a way, clone subjects had no souls-they were merely vessels. As such, the reincarnation data showed that it was possible for souls and memories to be transferred into clone subjects.

From the genetic code, we knew that the most important medium for reincarnations was a clone subject with the same genes. One had to first create a soulless vessel before transferring the soul into it.

But for some reason, Sarah’s clone subject ended up with an independent soul-which was me.

"Dexter, once this body possesses an independent soul, can my soul still reincarnate into her body?" Sarah asked curiously.

"You can’t," Dexter replied in a low voice. "Her soul has already locked onto the gene chain of this body. Other souls can’t reincarnate into an owned body."

Sarah nodded in understanding. "Such a good explanation. I get it now."

Dexter warily stared at her.

"I can’t allow a second me to be in this world." Sarah chuckled before continuing, "That’s because even I fear myself."