Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 283

You son of a… The jerk was about to lay hands on Stella when Robin stepped in, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it behind his back like he was handling a misbehaving puppy.

Let’s keep it civil, Robin said, his voice a low rumble.

I faced the jerk. “So you’re claiming those photos on your phone are of me? What’s your game plan?”

“Sleazebag, if you just quietly divorce and come with me, I’ll let you off the hook,” he babbled on.

“Oh, I nodded. “That’s not my photo. How can you prove it’s me? I have picture.”

mole on my left shoulder, which, I notice, is missing from your

The jerk was momentarily stumped, zooming in on the photo. “How am I supposed to know you…”

“Officer Robin, would you mind calling the cops? With all these reporters around and the live streamers, his slander’s got to be worth some jail time, right? Give them a call, then I’d appreciate it if you and Stella could handle this.”

Before the jerk could utter another word, Stella had stuffed something into his mouth.

took a moment for Robin to realize Stella had used his wallet to gag the

away, the

terribly sorry for this spectacle,” I apologized, wiping away tears and bowing to the press. “Lately, some people have been targeting me with their

possible motive. “You’re too naive. Your unborn child and your husband are the sole heirs to the Langley Group’s fortune and shares. They have to smear your name if they want

as if I’d been struck by lightning, turning to the speaker in shock. “Is that…

face. “My husband… he’s a bit simple–minded, so trusting, so easy to exploit. He once tried to help stray animals and was accused of cruelty. I’m terrified… terrified that they’ll use his mental health against him, and the Langley family legacy will be stolen fight from under

rallied support from many in

husband, the simple soul. He’s kind–hearted, always

about seizing assets, preying on a

this innate advantage, this power to draw sympathy?

this from Melody. I couldn’t help but think Melody had been my

me with a venomous glare, realizing I was copying her tactics.

and Dexter, my lips curving into a

the ‘Caleb is mentally ill‘ card, even if he managed to commit Caleb to a mental

a sickly shade of pale, whereas Damian was smirking with a

to a report of assault. We need

up soon after,

had called