Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 70

“Mr. Fitzgerald, you owe me an explanation!” Brendan’s voice was thick with anger as he spoke, Melody looked terrified, her eyes wide as she glanced at me, clearly afraid of stirring up trouble for Dexter. “Foebe, President Langley, I didn’t mean it that way…”

“Grandpa, she’s been listening.” I said, nodding towards the nanny standing nearby.

The nanny nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes.”

Melody clung to Dexter’s arm, her nerves palpable. “Dexter… I…”

“Mr. Fitzgerald, when you’re picking a secretary, you’ve got to keep your eyes peeled for skill, not just someone easy on the eyes,” Brendan sald sternly. “I’ve heard rumors about you and your secretary. Better straighten things out when you get back, or you’ll ruin the partnership between our families!”

Dexter knew he had to smooth things over. “Understood.”

Melody was on the verge of tears, the height of distress. She shot me a resentful look, then turned to Dexter. “Dexter…”

But Dexter’s voice was low and firm. “Let’s head back.”

With a bite of her lip, Melody turned and ran off.

been stewing lately, and here

figure, a

Ridiculous!

people only pick on

me, dependent on the kindness of others. They knew they could bully me with no consequences, no big scene to worry about. I was meant to endure their insults, bullying, and

He resented me for clinging to him, for the engagement he couldn’t shake off. He once claimed undying love for Melody, didn’t he? And yet today, to

just Dexter for you, his love cheap and

said, climbing the staircase and casting

remained on me, deep and

13:14

Chapter 70

of feeling unwell, I sent the nanny away and peered out the second–floor

I called Stella. “Have you found where Hank is?”

the desire to embarrass Melody at the party. It

starting with Hank was

Where else would that lowlife be? Drowning in booze every day, as if he’s not scared to drink himself to