Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 362



"Foebe Larson," someone called out as I made my way through the alley leading back home.

I turned around, surprised to see James.

His face was etched with panic as he breathlessly said, "Run!"

I frowned, puzzled by his sudden urgency.

James hurried over, out of breath. "The cops are onto us."

He grabbed my hand, intending to lead me away, my hand dropping a bag of mini donuts all over the ground.

"What do you mean...?" I asked James, confused.

"Have you forgotten? The Mister was finding adoption families for those kids, right? Remember the smartest kid got adopted by that guy named Ignatius?" James paused, then smiled at me. "That Ignatius, he's a human trafficker."

I stood frozen, disbelief washing over me. Before I could fully grasp the situation, the sound of police sirens filled the air.

James's expression turned to one of sheer terror, pulling me urgently. "Foebe, we need to run! Now!"

it was clear to

I asked, genuinely confused. To me, James always seemed like

out, appearances can be

seemed like everyone from the orphanage was against

my ear, "It's every

understand his motive. Was he trying

evading arrest," James said with a smirk, suddenly pressing a cloth soaked in chloroform

smell hit me, and I couldn't resist; everything

was making me 'disappear,' but not before pinning

and my

they came to question me, I was nowhere

perfect

just have to replace

was all going smoothly until she started to become unmanageable," Damian's voice followed,

all been arranged with

het

slip-ups either. Now, we just need Foebe's body to be found, and then the story of Phoebe's

that?"

né

followed your wishes," Damian retorted, clearly annoyed. "I've already planted the seeds in both your