Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

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“He’s running over to our place to discuss work issues? That sounds more like a threat than a meeting.” |

scoffed.

“The guy insisted on seeing you today, said if he couldn't... the deal’s off. He'll partner up with Mr. Henry

instead,” Eric said with hesitantly.

| knew Dexter's gall too well. After Colin forced him to his knees today, he wouldn't rest until he restored his

bruised ego.

“Let him wait then. Tell him Colin and | aren't coming htonight,” | said with a hint of anger in my voice. “If

push comes to shove, just unleash the dog.”

Dexter was petrified of dogs. Hailey mentioned he was bitten as a kid.

Eric fell silent, probably frustrated by the situation.

After a pause, he spoke again. “Ma’am, our partnership with the Fitzgerald Group is crucial Even if it falls

through... we can’t afford to make enemies.” He said.

Eric knew it was a tough spot, but the business world was nothing like playing house.

| stayed quiet and massaged my temples.

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| studied finance so | know that it was always about profits in the marketplace; there were no things like lifelong

enemies.

If Dexter teamed up with Henry, life would get even tougher for Caleb and me. Henry was probably already

plotting against Caleb and me.

“Also, it's probably for the best you're not coming htoday. Things have been a bit sketchy around the house

with ssuspicious characters lurking. | suspect they're Mr. Henry's men. They won't let this go easily. You and

the young master should be careful,” Eric had cto pick us up from the subway station because he’d spotted

those shady figures.

My brows furrowed. Were they really going to make a move?

The sound of running water stopped, and Colin slammed the bathroom door. He stood there, bare as the day he

was born. The water was dripping down his skin, and his hair was soaked. He really... didn’t seeas a

stranger.

| covered my forehead instinctively and looked away, ending the call. “Could you maybe get dressed before

coming out?”

| had to admit that he had an impressive physique, but this was hardly the tto appreciate it. Colin seemed

puzzled. He looked atand said, “It’s legal.”

He said it was legal to look.

| fell silent and took a deep breath. I'll never understand the logic of the insane, “Just put some

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clothes on!”

He seemed hurt as | scolded him, and he quietly slipped into his clothes.

| sneaked a peek at his back... those scary scars were demon’s crawls, which were strangely bewitching, let's

say.

| used the word bewitching for they didn’t detract from his overall allure. Rather, they were like cracks on

precious porcelain that revealed an intriguing duality.

If you only looked at Colin's angelic face when he played innocent, you'd see a pure angel.

But the scars spoke of a fall from grace like Lucifer, rebelling against God, leading a legion of angels into

damnation.

He pulled on his pants, looking up atwith big, sad eyes, as if asking if this was acceptable.

I didn’t respond, but my fingers involuntarily traced the scars on his wrist. They were left by his self-infliction.

“m?” | asked why would he mark himself with such a symbol.

nm means infinity and non-repeating.” He offered a literal explanation, but my head throbbed with an inexplicable

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pain.

Infinity and non-repeating.

Yet, while in the psychiatric hospital, Colin obsessively tried to calculate it to its end.

What was he truly thinking?

“Phoebe... my shoulder hurts,” he said, crouching beforelike an obedient large dog. He was more talkative

today.

Much more than usual.

Perhaps my sympathy got the better of me, allowingto be more tolerant of him than before. “Did you hurt it?

How did it happen?” | asked anxiously, checking his shoulder.

Was it injured today?

Then | heard him whisper, “Dexter pushed me.

| opened my mouth to speak but closed it again, feeling my blood boil at the mention of Dexter.

“Phoebe, I'm better than him,” he was earnestly self-recommending again.

“Yeah, you're way better than him. Next twe see him, we'll take him down together,” | promised with

earnest resolve.

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