Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 212

Because she knew that only the president of All–Stars Consortium could outplay the Langley family.

After all, I was now Mrs. Langley, and even if I didn’t have real power yet, I was still the missus of the Langley Group CEO.

And what was she? Dexter wouldn’t even give her a proper title. If she didn’t hustle to get close to the president of All–Stars Consortium, how was she supposed to protect herself, to outshine me, to compete with me?

“Foebe Larson, I’ve already knelt before you in public. What more do you want?” Melody ground her teeth as she spoke, her voice tinged with a plea for sympathy.

The onlookers began to murmur among themselves. Seizing the moment, Melody burst into tears, “Foebe, you wanted me to kneel, and I did. Please, just help me; you’re the only one who can save me now.”

Melody feared Colin, thinking he was the murderer, yet she knew she had to leverage her connection with the Langley family for protection.

“Colin…I know you despise those of us from the orphanage, but we grew up together. We were all kids, bound to make mistakes. Can’t you just forget the past and let us go?” Melody’s gaze fell on Colin.

Colin furrowed his brow, holding me with one arm, “Don’t try to guilt–trip me. I don’t do morals.”

Melody, lips quivering with anger, spoke again, “Colin, do you really have to nitpick with us?”

Forcing this

What harm could she possibly

“kind–hearted” women began to chide.

a

words settled, everyone was shocked, looking at Melody as if

tried to explain, “Foebe, I wasn’t involved in

you know it damn well. A murderer doesn’t kill the innocent, and you seem far from innocent.” I stepped forward, towering over Melody, “Back then,

to the ground, recoiling in terror, “You’re

reaction; she

madman; he’s been crazy since we were

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she’s just as mad!” Melody screamed as if she had

startled.

fear, looking past me at

a stand–in, a puppet, a piece of decoration. Do you think he loves you? When he tires of you, he’ll kill you without a second. thought, trapping you in a glass

turned, equally shocked, to

that