Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 155

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

I knew Dexter’s game all 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 I aren’t coming home tonight,” I 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.

I stayed quiet and massaged my temples.

I studied finance so I 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.

They won’t let this go easily. You and the young master should be careful,” Eric had come to pick us up

brows furrowed. Were they really going to make

was born. The water was dripping down his skin, and his hair was soaked.

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

but this was hardly the time to appreciate it. Colin

it was legal to

fell silent and took a deep breath. I’ll never understand the logic of the insane, “Just

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clothes on!”

as I scolded him, and he quietly slipped

his back… those scary scars were demon’s crawls, which

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

when he

like Lucifer, rebelling

his pants, looking up at me with big, sad eyes, as if asking if this was acceptable.

respond, but my fingers involuntarily traced the scars on

asked why would he mark himself with such a symbol.

infinity and non–repeating.” He offered a literal explanation, but my head throbbed