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...

really just a

that? You're

research records, her behaviors... Based on the organization's surveillance logs of Phoebe, you thought it'd

Damian had to trick even you into believing you were Phoebe. Only if you believed it, others would too," Naomi said, looking at me with pity. "Just a pitiful creature who

Phoebe. So, when you suddenly woke up one day, believing you were reborn in someone else's body... That was a

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

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

if the higher-ups blame us? We haven't received any orders yet, and besides, the All-Stars Consortium just took her

told you to kill her. If

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

minions looked at me nervously, worried about the

they'll have to take responsibility. If you dare, do it yourself." I leaned against the wall,

my n

mouth down.

the evidence before me,