Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 492

Consciousness fading, I slipped into darkness.

Deep down, I knew Naomi was taking her anger out on me. So, before the organization's leaders could punish her, she'd definitely take it out on me. Sure enough... when I woke up, I found myself in an operating room.

She deliberately didn't let the anesthetist put me under, making me endure the agony of having my molar yanked out without any pain relief. Pain and the taste of blood filled my mouth. I clenched my fists, pounding the bed in agony.

"Does it hurt?" Naomi snapped, holding the tooth with a pair of tweezers. "Foebe, hiding such a sophisticated tracking device in your tooth, just to expose the lab's location? I knew it... you're a wild card. Your 'rebirth' was a lie, a ploy to get the organization interested in bringing you back!"

I froze for a moment, shocked by the tooth in Naomi's hand.

Why would there be a tracking device in it?

After my rebirth... I had never touched my teeth.

This could only mean one thing... Before my rebirth, Foebe had dental work done.

A chill ran down my spine.

Was Foebe part of the Rebellion Syndicate?

"I've said it many times, soul transmigration technology can't possibly exist! Yet, the organization insisted on bringing you back, thinking you could add value..." Naomi threw the tooth aside, grabbing my throat. "You're not the reborn Phoebe; you're Foebe... You've deceived yourself, and thus, managed to deceive us as well."

to the mercenaries beside her. "Did you find out

brought Hannah

managing to spit out blood and speak with difficulty. "What do you

out soon enough." Naomi yanked my hair, signaling to her people to take me to the interrogation

truth before

me... as I followed Naomi to the interrogation

tied to a

must have drugged

"My dad... knew Foebe..."

that

was indeed no simple

in cahoots with

dad had Foebe impersonate

l

and the tycoons, making them bring Foebe back as a valuable test

dad... was part of the Rebellion Syndicate, one of the designers behind the serial

shook her head in agony, tears streaming down

of the serial killers, infiltrating

she was just a pawn

to

grasping my hair again. "I have to admit, Damian was clever. As one of the