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!"

memory, it was clear to me, James

genuinely confused. To me, James always seemed like the kindest and most normal one from

appearances can

everyone from the

James whispered in my ear, "It's every man for himself

coldly, trying to understand his motive. Was

they need a plausible reason, like... evading arrest," James said with a smirk, suddenly pressing a

overpowering smell hit me, and I couldn't

James was planning. He was making me 'disappear,' but not before pinning a crime on

police were investigating a series of murders, and my connection with the second victim would put

the so-called evidence to the police, and when they came to question me, I was nowhere to be found.

had crafted the perfect excuse for

she won't cooperate, we'll just have to replace

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

all been arranged with Melody.

het

won't have any slip-ups either. Now, we just need Foebe's body to be found, and then the

that?" Hailey

né

to believe, just Caleb and your son, right? You said you just wanted your son to live, and I've followed your wishes," Damian retorted, clearly annoyed. "I've already planted the