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 just

my hair, forcing me to look at Hannah. "Did you hear that? You're with Damian. Her dad hypnotized you, made you forget everything, then implanted new memories about Phoebe Caldwell, creating a false illusion of Phoebe

her research records, her behaviors... Based on the organization's surveillance logs of Phoebe, you thought it'd be easy to impersonate her," Naomi chuckled. "So, you're not

you believed it, others would too," Naomi said, looking at me

was a fallacy, a show put on by Damian and you. Your real goal was to expose the organization, to draw police attention

me away, whispering, "Get rid of her, stage a suicide, throw her

disposed of like other

We haven't received any orders yet, and besides, the All-Stars Consortium just took her in. Killing

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

she just needed to lie, claim the test

looked at me nervously, worried about the

you dare, do

my n

mouth down.

before me, I refused to