Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 69

“Mr. Fitzgerald, you seem to have quite an interest in me,” I said with a smirk, attempting to sidestep him and leave.

But Dexter suddenly grasped my wrist, his gaze intense and scrutinizing. “Why… do you look so much like her?” he murmured as if talking to himself.

I didn’t want Dexter to recognize me; that would spoil the fun.

“What do you mean by this, Mr. Fitzgerald? I’m Brendan’s granddaughter–in–law. It’s not quite proper for you to be grabbing at me like this. People might think you’ve taken a fancy to me,” I said, raising my voice just enough to potentially set Dexter against the Langleys.

Dexter’s brow furrowed, and he released my wrist. “Sorry, my mistake,” he said.

I chuckled coldly and walked away.

“You do look a lot like Phoebe,” Melody suddenly said, blocking my path at the top of the stairs.

I glanced around with a smile. “Is that so? Are you scared?*

fake will always be just that–a fake,

there for you to fear?” I retorted. “Afraid that Dexter loves not you but

he loved Phoebe, what does

you afraid of karma?”

the Larson family in all this? You’re nothing but a lookalike–that’s the only reason that idiot married you,” Melody sneered at me. “And he’s not just any

slap that she

her face, shocked that I

struck her again. “I slapped you because you’re the lowest

sound of my slapping Melody

Melody and then at Dexter, whose

I don’t know what I did to upset Miss Foebe; she just started hitting me. I’m your

wouldn’t let

crowd was abuzz. “Wow, the Langley family’s eldest granddaughter–in–law is merce resorting to violence?

she married into the Langleys for their ecy? So audacious?”