Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 246

The man was panicking, glancing at the ringleader with desperate eyes. “It wasn’t…”

The leader was urgently gesturing to his cronies to vouch for him. But in this situation, the best they could muster was feigned ignorance. “I didn’t get a clear look…”

The police showed up swiftly, and I was helped onto the ambulance by Eric.

“We suspect this guy named Connor of taking a bribe,” Eric announced to everyone within earshot, his voice stern yet audible to all. “His wife tipped us off that Connor’s been keeping a mistress on the side, and we found a million in cash at her place. Now he’s gone as far as assaulting someone, trying to harm our CEO’s wife and her unborn child. Looks like a case of a hit gone wrong.”

The faces around him turned ghostly white. Clearly, only the leader had pocketed the million windfall. Regardless of the outcome, their little gang had crumbled.

Sitting in the ambulance, I glanced at Eric. I had merely mentioned to him on the way over, “Cut off the head of the snake,” and he had already seized the leader’s weaknesses.

I had this eerie feeling that Eric had anticipated everything I could think of, and his silence was just playing into my charade. I felt pretty sharp for figuring that out, but something didn’t sit right.

Was it really me protecting and aiding Colin? Without me, could Eric not have handled it?

taken care of

had escorted Connor away.

and he executed it to perfection. This kind of flattery sent shivers down my spine. “Ah… You didn’t tell Colin, did you? I don’t want him

you at the hospital for the check–up. I

nodded in agreement. “Alright.”

the ambulance, I looked out the window one last time. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I

at the hospital, Colin showed

for me,” Colin said, his eyes drooping slightly, projecting a

around; the ambulance ride had been

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wait for him? I was practically making him

I was worried that you might be too busy with work,”

my hand, visibly anxious. “Phoebe, I’m

was indeed his. “What