Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 493

"She's not Phoebe Caldwell... she's Foebe Larson..." Hannah's body trembled uncontrollably, as if she couldn't fight the effects of the drugs. "It's Foebe, after being hypnotized..."

According to Hannah, Foebe was in cahoots with Damian, and I was definitely not the rebirth of Phoebe Caldwell.

I am Foebe Larson.

Phoebe Caldwell was dead.

By the time the police discovered the body in the glass cab, Phoebe Caldwell was already dead.

Damian's hypnosis was so successful, even I... was fooled.

Naomi grabbed my hair, smashing my head against the wall, blood trickling down my forehead.

Ha...

I'm really

look at Hannah. "Did you hear that? You're with Damian. Her dad

a lot of information about Phoebe Caldwell, her research records, her behaviors... Based on the organization's surveillance logs of Phoebe, you thought it'd be easy to impersonate

Only if you believed it, others would too," Naomi said, looking at me with pity.

you firmly believe you were Phoebe. So, when you suddenly woke up one day, believing you were reborn in someone else's body... That was a fallacy, a show put on by Damian and

"Get rid of her, stage a suicide, throw her into the

'identity,' naturally, she couldn't be disposed of like other test subjects,

minions hesitated. "What if the higher-ups blame us? We haven't received any orders yet,

seemingly losing it, slapped a minion across the face, "I told you to kill her. If the higher ups blame

Consortium, she just needed to lie, claim the test subject died by her

at me nervously, worried about the blame

you dare, do it yourself." I leaned against the

my n

mouth down.

me, I refused to believe... I'm not Phoebe, I'm