Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 451

It must be the organization behind the scenes, keeping a close eye on Foebe Larson's upbringing without her knowing.

Foebe herself... wasn't as harmless as she appeared to be.

She masqueraded as ordinary and timid, but behind the scenes... she was a high-IQ mastermind planning the downfall of her bullies, then hiding in the shadows, smirking with disdain.

This included her parents being arrested for human trafficking, the Larson family's golden boy developing brain damage from a severe fever, and Foebe's grandmother suffering more than just poverty and having an idiot grandson and a son in jail...

Phoebe used every means at her disposal to get revenge, using the people her enemies cherished most as her weapons.

She knew exactly how to grasp someone's deepest fears and insecurities.

She knew how to make their lives a living hell, striking at their very hearts.

Take Coraline Larson, for example...

Although Coraline had stolen Foebe's so-called boyfriend, Phoebe didn't seem to have had any real feelings for anyone. It was more like she intentionally handed that so-called boyfriend to Coraline, plotting to rid herself of the man and continue her facade.

Indeed... we all underestimated 'Foebe Larson'.

She was also one of the experiments.

Staring at the lab data on the ground, I couldn't snap out of it for a long time.

If Foebe was really that smart, how did she end up dead?

She was chosen by the Langley family as the prime candidate for their lineage, taken into the Langley household, only to die from a heart attack induced by drug overdose? And then... I coincidentally reincarnated in her body.

really just

And Foebe's diary.

stumbled upon

like it was

not Phoebe Caldwell, but

point, even

kind of 'thing' am I? What sort

kind of experiment

Gene-Forge Collective, using us for their

to Colin and

Langley, who are considered

data

should have no experimental value left. Yet, it seems the people behind the scenes

are more terrifying secrets within me, Foebe, and

...

At Colin's place.

Colin home, Coly was already at the

wagging

my memories, my Howler was just like

else but showing a gentle and obedient side to me

patting

gesture I often

would sit obediently, tongue out, looking

went up, Coly obediently sat

then stretched out my arms towards the food bowl in