Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Suddenly, I grew curious about Dexter and the history we had between us.

While I was certain that Dexter knew Sophia, I had no memory of him myself. In fact, not only had I forgotten about him, but I also couldn’t recall anything related to the orphanage.

When did I start losing my memory? And when did I ask Dexter to wait for me at the orphanage?

Did I have something to do with... whatever Dexter had gone through?

There were so many questions waiting to be answered.

Meanwhile, trouble was brewing within the Black Group.

Since both Ignatius and James were unavailable, Dexter was the only rightful person to manage the Blacks’ affairs.

However, Martin and his associates wouldn’t easily allow Dexter to take over the company.

Hence, Martin had deliberately spread rumors within the company that Dexter was mentally ill and rallied all the executives and directors to oppose Dexter together, intending to force him to relinquish management control.

"Mr. Black, there’s an urgent matter at the company that requires your attention. I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me," Ewan stated as he knocked on the door.

Dexter reluctantly lifted his head and looked at me. "Sophia... They’re annoying," he said impatiently, as if he wished for all those people to disappear for good.

"Do you want me to go accompany him.

with you?" I tried to get up and put on my clothes so I could

But Dexter shook his head, the red marks of my slap still starkly apparent on his fair complexion. "Sophia, wait at home."

So, I looked away and said, "Just listen to whatever Ewan says, and don’t be stubborn or rash."

Dexter nodded and left the room.

I was now certain that Dexter’s sudden change of expression wasn’t merely my imagination.

He definitely displayed a different demeanor with me compared to when he was with other people. Even the air around him would change.

As Dexter stepped out the door, even his silhouette seemed imposing.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed.

It was from an unknown number.

I answered the call.

"Sofia, it’s me, Juliet."

I was surprised that Juliet had called me.

Her voice shook with rage and hatred as she said, "Are you with Damien? You shameless woman! Do you think you can steal him from me by pretending to be Sophia?"

"He’s not answering my calls! Tell him to pick up!" Juliet shouted hysterically, demanding to see Damien.

"You called me to ask for Damien? Are you nuts?" I sneered.

I had never seen Juliet in such an uncertain and insecure state before.

But served her right!

When she used to taunt me, she would brim with confidence, convinced that Damien would always love her and only her.

But too bad for her, she now had a formidable opponent, and this meant that she couldn’t be as domineering as before.

Finally, she got a taste of what I had endured!

"Get Damien on the phone!" Juliet shouted in a panic, almost as if she was threatening me.

I chuckled and mimicked the tone that she once used with me, "Oh, Damien? He’s in the shower at the moment, so he can’t take your call."

I remembered the time when I fainted from severe abdominal pain and heavy bleeding. and was rushed to the hospital.

At the time, I needed the money for my treatment. So, I called Damien, hoping that he would come and help me.

But where was he at that moment?

He was throwing an extravagant party at a luxury hotel with Juliet.

However, I kept persistently calling him. And in the end, Juliet was the one who picked up the call. Then, she simply told me in a mocking tone that Damien was in the shower and couldn’t answer my call.

Hmph... Now the tables have turned.

Juliet was on the verge of losing her mind as she hysterically screamed at me,

"Sofia, do you really think he loves you? The person he loved was Sophia! You’re just a substitute, a fake who can never replace her!"

"He’s only interested in you because you look like her. But he’ll dump you sooner or later!"

I rubbed my ears,

feeling rather amused.

I hadn’t expected Juliet to claim that Damien was in love with Sophia.

How ironic.

"Are you done? I’m hanging up now. All your bullshit is soiling my ears." I’d heard enough of her nonsense, so I wanted to hang up the phone.

Then, Juliet said, "You really think that I can’t prove your connection to the murderer? Just you wait and see, Sofia. Even if I had to die, I’ll drag you down to hell with me."

She gritted her teeth, continuing to delude herself, saying "Keep laughing while you can. I saved Damien’s life, so even if it were just out of gratitude, he’ll continue to financially support me. He won’t abandon me just like that. You’re nothing but his new toy."

"Okay, good for you. All the best." I said before immediately hanging up the phone.

I wanted to make sure that Juliet would continue to suffer and spend the rest of her days in horror and doubt.

But there was no rush.

After all, I had to slowly exact my revenge and relish every moment of it.

Juliet had to taste a hundredfold of the suffering I endured before justice was served.

"Mr. Black sure cares about Mrs. Black... He hasn’t eaten all day, and all he’s done is wait for her to return. He even insisted that if Mrs. Black doesn’t come home, then he wouldn’t eat anything either."

When I went downstairs, I overheard the nannies discussing how Dexter hadn’t eaten all day.

Apparently, he had been waiting for me since he woke up from his nap after breakfast. He’d even skipped lunch and simply kept waiting for me.

I sighed and walked out of the house.

Why was Dexter so obsessed with waiting for me? What was his relationship to me in the past?

"Sorry for the sudden call, Howard. But I have some questions regarding our time at school that I’d like to discuss with you. Yes, it’s work–related."

After leaving the house, I called Howard. I wanted to start my investigation at the orphanage and find out what actually happened there.

"Sure, let’s meet at the cafe at the corner then," Howard said.

So, I walked out of the Black residence and hailed a cab. Then, as I got into the cab, I deliberately glanced at the rearview mirror.

It seemed like I was being followed by a black car.

"Please take a left turn at the junction in front," I instructed the cab driver.

Then, the black car took a left turn too.

"Turn right," I instructed the driver again.

The black car followed suit.

Then, I asked the driver to drop me at a random place.

Once more, the car stopped somewhere nearby too.

Obviously, the people in the car were tailing me. So, for fear of dragging Howard into any trouble, I decided not to head straight to the cafe yet.

After all, Howard was also a member of the orphanage, though his number was quite far down the list, and it would still take some time before the murderer could find him.

As I got out of the cab, I pulled out my makeup mirror under the guise of freshening up. Then, as I discreetly glanced behind me, a few men emerged from the black car. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

They blended into the crowd while keeping their eyes on me.

After that, I went into a washroom, tied my hair up, and then seamlessly blended in with a group of women to make my exit. And before the men could realize, I quickly left the place.

I had no idea who they were, but they definitely weren’t friendly people. I also doubted that they were sent by the Blacks to protect me.

After I’d beaten up the person who was supposed to protect me the last time, Ewan started giving me a heads–up whenever he sent anyone to follow me. So, if he had sent these men, he would have told me about them.

In other words, these were not Ewan’s men.

After making sure that I wasn’t being followed, I entered the mall and left through the backdoor.

Only then did I head to the cafe.

When I entered the cafe, Howard was already there.

He greeted me and said in a low voice, "Sofia, how have you been doing lately? Sir told me to beware of you. He said you might betray us." Howard seemed rather anxious.

I felt my chest tightened.

What did he mean? I might betray them?