Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 171

Eric peered warily down the alley’s end. “Who’s there?”

Startled, I spun around to hide but was swiftly muffled and dragged into a nearby shop. “I told you, you’ll regret tailing Caleb,” the voice behind me was unmistakably Dexter’s.

1 paused, furrowing my brows as I eyed him with suspicion. “Mr. Fitzgerald, got time to kill?”

“Just happened to be passing by,” Dexter quipped, reaching for a mango–flavored lollipop from the store’s shelf for me.

He must have mistaken me for Phoebe. He knew Phoebe was prone to sugar lows, hence the lollipop.

But it was laughable, really. He didn’t even know Phoebe was allergic to mangoes.

“Who do you think I am?” I asked, voice heavy with caution.

Dexter remained silent.

I scoffed. “Don’t you know Phoebe Caldwell is allergic to mangoes?”

I made no move to take the lollipop from him, looking to leave instead.

Dexter, frozen, suddenly moved to grab my wrist. “I told you to divorce Caleb for your own good.”

With an air of urgency, he pulled me into his car.

Soon after, Eric emerged and got into his vehicle.

Dexter drove off, tailing Eric’s car.

“The Langleys have always cleaned up after Caleb. He’s been a troublemaker for years, and it’s always Eric who sorts it out. His meeting with today is just more of the same,” Dexter said with a heavy tone. “Since

you her

best friend. I can’t let anything happen

What are we to each other, Mr. Fitzgerald? Phoebe grew up

how grateful I am.

on the steering wheel tightened, and his knuckles whitened, revealing his

loved you so

remained silent, just driving and following Eric.

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a lowered voice. “I… loved her.”

didn’t catch

someone else. She was with me out of gratitude, though her heart

surge of shock and anger overtook me.

he was still trying to tarnish me!

he even

yet keep her close. I knew she’d leave eventually…” His voice trailed off, the unspoken truth hanging in the air

cheap. When you first said you liked her, she

emotions as he glanced at me. “Did

not wanting to engage with

his stare intense but not pressing further.

in an old neighborhood, Dexter

old house and knocked on the door.

waited to

and a hand reached out.

bore scars of

was the same murderer I’d seen at

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a lowered