Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I was sitting at a corner of the coffee shop at the street corner. I had my cap on and was waiting for Violette to arrive.

For now, Violette was the only one I could trust.

Apart from her, I would not trust anyone completely.

"You were looking for me?" Violette sat down irritably in front of me.

It was obvious that she wasn’t in a good mood.

"I’ve read the news online. They say murderers won’t stop killing. That means there must be a next target." I looked around anxiously before continuing, "I know who the murderer is, but I have no proof..."

Violette looked at me suspiciously. "You know who the murderer is?"

"He’s currently living in Sophia’s home..." I was afraid that Violette might not believe me.

Violette looked at me in disbelief. "Are you crazy?"

I covered my face and took a deep breath. "Just believe me this once. I’m serious. Just ask Zion to keep an eye on whoever’s living in the house... He’ll definitely kill again."

Violette looked at me skeptically. "I just went to Sophia’s house yesterday. Why didn’t I see him?"

"You shouldn’t visit anymore. The murderer is hiding inside. You were just unaware." I looked at Violette nervously. I was worried for her safety.

Violette was still wary of me. She didn’t trust me completely. "How would you know that? Who exactly are you?"

"You won’t believe me even if I tell you. I’ve told you that I’m Sophia... but you refused to believe me." I sighed. "Anyway, I have no other motive than to find out the truth and bring the murderer to justice."

I wanted to protect Violette from any harm.

Violette looked at me like I was crazy. After a long pause, she asked, "Are you sure you’re mentally well?"

I was slightly angry, but I could understand where Violette was coming from.

It would sound strange and terrifying if a stranger told you she was your deceased best friend.

"I don’t care whether you believe it or not. Just ask Zion to keep an eye on Sophia’s home. There’s someone secretly staying there," I said anxiously.

"Alright, I get it. I’ll investigate. If you’re fooling around with me, I won’t forgive you." Violette finally agreed.

I heaved a sigh of relief. "Okay, I’m counting on you. I really don’t want to see anyone else get hurt."

Violette slumped on her chair dejectedly. "This murderer is too smart. We haven’t obtained any clues so far. There’s almost no news from the investigation."

I hung my head with disappointment too. "Yeah, this person is scary. He’s killed so many people..."

Even I, a person who had died once, could not get close to him.

He left no traces behind.

Violette shook her head. "But I don’t believe that there are perfect criminals."

I shook my head too. "Me neither."

Violette warned me seriously, "If you’re really trying to help me catch this murderer, I’ll be grateful. But if you have other motives, I’ll come for you."

"Anyway, don’t tell anyone what I just told you. You can share this with Zion, but not anyone else in the police force. It’s best if we kept this to just a few people. We can’t wake the sleeping wolf." I was worried that the murderer might catch on to us.

Violette nodded.

Relieved, I glanced at the time.

Dexter had been locking himself up in his room these days. I wasn’t sure what he was up to. But now I was sure he was somehow related to the murderer. He was unwilling to give the murderer up, after all.

The Black Group was in the eye of the storm now. With Martin and his son managing the company, it would be difficult for me to get a foot in.

The Millers managed to get Ann into the Black Group. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have been able to find her a way in or find someone to implicate her. I couldn’t even speak to anyone important at the company.

Troubles were really brewing internally and externally now.

"You’re not going home?" Violette asked before leaving.

"No, I have a high school reunion to attend today." I sighed. I didn’t even know these people, yet I had to pretend to be Sofia in front of them. How annoying.

But after being guilt-tripped by those former classmates, I felt obliged to go as Sofia.

I needed to adapt to being Sofia as soon as possible. If not... it would be troublesome if someone started to suspect me.

"I’m leaving, then." Violette ordered a cappuccino for me before leaving.

I took a sip and frowned. "You know I don’t take my drinks so sweet. How much sugar did you add?"

Violette narrowed her eyes on me. Without saying anything more, she left.

I sat in the corner with my head in my hand as I watched the cars and passersby stream by through the French windows.

It was so good... to be alive.

I could still feel the warmth of sunshine and taste the delicacies of this world.

Just then, my phone rang. It was that former classmate again.

"Sofia, everyone’s bringing their spouses today. You’re married, so you have to bring your husband. If not, we won’t let you join us." I could hear a few giggles on the other end of the call.

It was obvious they were waiting to make a joke out of me.

They knew that I married the dimwit of the Black family, yet they were trying to pressure me to bring him to the reunion. It was clear they were waiting to see how Dexter and I would make a fool of ourselves.

"My husband is unwell. I won’t..." Before I could finish, they hung up.

I was slightly angry as I was so fed up with them.

But from the way these people treated Sofia, anyone could see that they had no respect for her.

Sofia was a timid person. It was probably because she was used to living in the countryside. Transferring to the prep school and interacting with these rich upper-class classmates must have made her feel inferior.

She only transferred to this class in her 12th grade. Logically speaking, I didn’t have to attend this so-called class reunion.

But in Sofia’s memory, her teacher was the only person who was kind to her when she felt lonely and helpless.

Now that the teacher had cancer, I felt like I had an obligation to see her, even if it was only on behalf of Sofia.

With a sigh, I got up and lowered my cap as I walked out.

Ever since Martin kicked up a fuss at the Blacks’, I felt unsafe walking alone on the streets.

After my reincarnation, my sixth sense was much stronger than before.

After a few steps, I stopped and turned back. Sure enough, I saw a man in black taking cover quickly in the alley.

Ha, son of a bitch.

I retraced my steps and quickly hid in the alley too.

The person started to panic when he couldn’t find me. He ran ahead quickly.

I hid in the shadows to observe him. Once he entered the alley, I grabbed a stick and smashed his head.

The guy fell to the ground and looked at me in shock. "Why did you hit me?"

I held on to my stick nervously. "You... Why were you following me!"

"Ewan made me follow you to protect you!" The guy held his head as he grimaced in pain.

I rubbed my eyes with frustration. "Sorry, I thought you were someone with ill intentions..."

The guy continued rubbing his head. He looked like he was in agony as he stood up. "You should be careful. There were quite a few people observing you."

I nodded. "I’m sorry, you should get yourself checked out at the hospital... Claim your expenses from Ewan. I have a class reunion to attend, so I need to get going now."