Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 467

My hand flew to my mouth, a gesture of shock and a rare show of modesty these days.

Digging my nails into Colin's hand, I left three red trails across his skin...

Colin just chuckled, taking a sharp breath and pulling me closer.

"Get lost..." At that moment, I was too flustered and furious to care about anything else, my heart racing with indignation.

Colin, however, skillfully changed the subject, avoiding my questions.

"Phoebe... it's not over," he insisted, refusing to let go.

Angered, I bit down on his neck in frustration, simultaneously hitting and pushing him, scared of actually hurting him.

He probably took it as some twisted form of affection, continuing his advances with a smirk...

"Caleb, you're done for," I threatened, my anger heightened by his deliberate provocations, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone...

I kept biting him, trying to stay quiet despite the urge to scream.

All I could do was endure...

...

how much time passed before Caleb, the jerk,

I leaned against the

jerk just pulled me

now on, don't touch me for

Colin looked pitiful.

him away and heading for

was the relentless one moments ago. "Babe, you don't even recognize

look and had just stepped out of the living room when I saw Bran, sitting straight as an arrow, giving us a mournful look. Clearing my throat, I tried to explain, "The shower was broken... just

glared at

you doing here?" Colin retorted, casually handing me a glass

to him, but I was really

trouble,"

who was peeling an apple for me, paused, looking up at Bran. "Give me the

"The international police found

at a

before infiltrating the organization. They caught Ker and took her to their hideout. Before she died, she sent her location to the police. The hideout has

young geniuses have been rescued, six of whom are foreigners. The rest have been

involved in illegal organ transplants. Wealthy clients would order

novel.