Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

They thought they could use me to wrest control of the Langley Group, huh? Even if it was like swallowing a bitter pill, they’d have to choke it down. Forget bitter pills, even if it was a mouthful of nails, they’d still have no choice but to swallow!

Coraline looked at me, eyes wide with terror, shaking her head frantically.

I knew she was shocked. Even I was shocked.

What was I doing?

I stepped out of the storage shed and locked the door behind me.

The nanny was at the back door taking out the trash; she didn’t say a word or even greet me.

“There are rats in the shed. I set out some rat poison and locked it up. Don’t go in there today to give them a chance to escape. Check back tomorrow morning to see if they’re dead,” I said nonchalantly.

The nanny seemed annoyed. “Got it.”

Clearly, in this household, Foebe was no different than the hired help, often doing chores, so the nanny was used to it.

I couldn’t help but smile.

They brought it on themselves. Some evils, skirting the edges of the law, trampling on morals–was there nothing left to hold them in check?

Action and reaction, cause and effect–it’s as if the trajectory of everything had been calculated

in advance.

You reap what you sow. What goes around comes around, as sure as night follows day.

“Are you leaving just like that? Go back and sweet–talk that fool, and then quickly seize control of the Langley Group. You’re too useless; can’t even handle a simpleton?” Anthony said, his impatience evident as I turned to leave.

I gave him a smile. “Sure thing.”

“Foebe, your sister’s being run ragged by the guys at the Langley Group. She’s working like crazy on the construction site, practically breaking her back. Find a way to help her out, maybe get her a different assignment,” Foebe’s mother Diane chimed in. “As her older sister, you should be looking out for her. She’s had it easy, unlike you who’s had a rough go.”

I raised an eyebrow, looking at Diane. “Blood ties really aren’t worth a damn, huh?”

Diane paused, confused. “What do you mean by that?”

“Ever hear the saying?” I asked, with a knowing smile and mimicked firing a gun with my hand. “The bullet you shoot without a second thought, one day, it might just make a full circle and hit

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you in the back.”

“Bang!”

I said with a smile, pretending the sound of a gunshot and blowing on my finger like it was a smoking barrel, then turned and walked away.

Diane didn’t quite catch my drift and retorted angrily. “Is Foebe getting too big for her britches? Teaching me a lesson now? At least Coraline has some sense.”

“I saw Coraline leave a while ago,” I said with a smile, stepping into the car Eric had brought to pick me up.

They cared so much about Coraline, and I wonder how they’d react when they found their darling daughter strung up in the shed? I couldn’t wait to see it. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ma’am, the master has already returned home,” Eric said once we were in the car.

“Wasn’t he supposed to be under observation at the hospital for a few days?” I asked, looking out the window, my voice catching in my throat. Perhaps Foebe’s life would only find release at the moment of death.

“There’s a family doctor, no need for concern,” he reassured me.

I leaned against the car window, my head pounding. It seemed like death had taught me a lesson- I had learned to fight fire with fire. Surprisingly, it felt good.

I fell asleep in the car and woke up in bed.

Colin was there in nothing but his underwear, bandages on his wounds, looking at me with puppy–dog eyes. “Phoebe, I need a shower.”

I decided I woke up the wrong way and turned over to go back to sleep.

“Phoebe,” Colin began, his face innocent, “Foebe Larson’s grandmother was identified by the police as a top–wanted human trafficker, Allison. She’s been taken in for questioning.”

He paused, then added, “Oh, right, Foebe Larson’s brother was also arrested for indecent assault, theft, robbery, rape…”

Colin thought for a moment and then continued, “Oh, their whole family is involved in trafficking. Foebe Larson’s uncle tried to resist arrest, took a bystander hostage in a panic, and was shot dead on the spot.”

I was stunned for a long time. I hadn’t even made my move yet! How did it end so abruptly without giving me a chance to do something!

Was this just a coincidence?