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.

home today. Things have been a bit sketchy around the house with some suspicious characters lurking. I suspect they’re Mr. Henry’s men. They

brows furrowed. Were they really going

the day he was born. The water was dripping

instinctively and looked away, ending the call. “Could you maybe

he had an impressive physique, but this was hardly the time to appreciate it. Colin seemed

it was legal to look.

and took a deep breath. I’ll never understand

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clothes on!”

and he quietly slipped into

a peek at his back… those scary scars were demon’s crawls, which were strangely bewitching, let’s say.

for they didn’t detract from his overall allure. Rather, they were like cracks on precious porcelain that revealed an

angelic face when he played innocent, you’d see a

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

his pants, looking up at me with big, sad

traced the scars on his wrist.

asked why would he mark

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