Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 134

Chapter 134: CHAPTER 134 Chapter 134: CHAPTER 134 “I’m Dexter’s guardian, Mr.

Martin.

You have no right to decide on my behalf!” I stood protectively before Dexter and looked at the bodyguards warlly.

“Who the hell do you think you are?

Are you even worthy of speaking to Mr.

Martin?

He’s the one calling.

the shots now!” Someone stepped forward to speak up on Martin’s behalf.

It was within my expectations.

Dexter had cut off their benefits, which had pissed everyone off.

Dexter looked sharply at the person who’d spoken.

It was as if he were looking at a corpse.

“If you want blood to be shed, you can go ahead and try me.” I remained before Dexter.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

Martin didn’t care about my survival, of course.

He was only here to aggravate Dexter and see whether Dexter was really insane.

They were both trying to get a feeling of each other’s bottom lines, and I was a hurdle in Martin’s way.

Martin must’ve already looked into Sofia’s background, though.

I was the daughter of the Miller family, and I’d just severed ties with Charles.

Charles must’ve already proven his loyalty to Martin, so Martin was sure I wasn’t capable of anything.

And in truth, I wasn’t.

Not now, anyway.

I could only bet on Ewan and hope he’d be able to fight back.

This time, however, he merely stood to one side, looking calm.

He didn’t show any sign of wanting to interfere.

Didn’t the Black family have their own bodyguards?

I couldn’t allow anyone to take Dexter away.

“Mr.

Martin, the people from the asylum are here,” one of Martin’s bodyguards said.

Ewan gave Dexter a meaningful look, but the latter remained silent and unmoving.

“I won’t let you take him away, Mr.

Martin.” I clenched my fists.

I didn’t know how I could help Dexter.

“Don’t be scared.

I’ll go with them,” Dexter said in a small voice behind me..

I was taken aback.

Then, I turned to look at him.

“No way!” I didn’t want him to return to the asylum anymore.

“I’ll be fine.” He knew Martin was just testing him.

“You can’t go there…” I said shakily.

I didn’t know why I was so afraid of him being taken to the asylum.

Was I traumatized by Damien forcing me to watch videos of Dexter when I’d been in the asylum?

“Don’t be scared, Sophia.” Dexter shook his head at me.

I grabbed his wrist and tugged it.

He said softly, “Don’t be scared.

I’ll be right back.” He didn’t wait for the people to catch him.

He headed out himself.

I refused to let him go; I didn’t want him to go to the asylum.

These people had to be on Martin’s side.

They wouldn’t let Dexter have an easy time in there.

“You’re pregnant, Mrs.

Black.

You have to stay calm.” Ewan stopped me and shook his head at me.

I didn’t know whether they had some sort of plan.

Then, I heard Dexter say to Ewan before getting into the car, “Speed things up and destroy the Black Group.” I thought my ears were playing tricks on me.

Had I heard him say he wanted to destroy the Black Group?

Was he going to destroy it if he couldn’t have it?

Was that his plan?

“You must be tired, Mrs.

Black.

I’ll take you home,” Ewan said.

I could only stand by and watched as Dexter was taken away in the car from the asylum.

A wave of helplessness washed over me.

I asked Ewan softly, “Is Dexter really a psycho?” “When someone wants you to be insane and you have no power to fight against them, you don’t have a choice.” Ewan stared at the car as it left.

“But all butterflies will eventually break out of their cocoon.

Don’t you agree?” I took a deep breath and clenched my fists.

“The shares are still in Mr.

Black’s hands.

Once he dies, they’ll go to Dexter.

Now that Dexter’s in the asylum, you’ll stand a chance, Mr.

Martin…” “Yeah, exactly.

Now that you’re the one calling the shots, you have to help us, Mr.

Martin.” The people in the house were still excitedly discussing the Black family fortune and Ignatius’ inheritance.

But they’d forgotten one thing€“Ignatius was only paralyzed, not dead.

My guess was that Martin’s next move would be to get rid of him and me, now that Dexter was out of the picture.

“Is Mr.

Black Senior safe here?” I asked Ewan.

After a pause, he said, “Not everyone is as kind as Mr.

Black is.” Ewan meant that Dexter would leave Ignatius alive, but Martin wouldn’t.

I didn’t say anything.

I knew it wasn’t something I could stop.

Once Martin got rid of Ignatius, I would be next.

On my way back to Dexter’s house, I texted Rachel, ‘Violette, Martin had Dexter forcibly taken to an asylum.

What can I do to get him out?” Rachel cursed.

“Fuck!

Look, don’t panic.

Tell me where the asylum is; I’ll try to think of something.

There weren’t many people I could trust now€“Rachel was definitely one of them.

I sent her the asylum’s address.

Soon, however, she replied and told me there wasn’t any record of Dexter being admitted there.

My heart clenched as I gave Ewan a fearful look.

“Are you sure they took Dexter to the asylum?” He didn’t answer me.

“Stop the car!” I yelled.

“Go after that car from earlier, Ewan!” Instead of doing that, he pulled over and turned to look at me.

“The most important thing now is to keep you and the baby safe, Mrs.

Black.

That’s my priority.” “Well, mine is to ensure Dexter’s safety.

Did Martin have him taken to the asylum or not?” My temples were throbbing.

I knew I shouldn’t have allowed Dexter to get into the car.

Ewan soon received a phone call.

I vaguely heard the person on the line say the asylum’s people had gotten into an accident on the way there.

An overloaded truck had crashed into them and sent the car flying down the cliff.

Everyone in the car had died.

My vision turned black for a split second.

I grabbed Ewan’s shirt with trembling he “what happened.” “Tell me….” “An accident happened.” Ewan’s voice seemed to be getting further from me.

My vision blurred, and the ringing in my ears grew louder.

“Sophia…” “Sofia?” There were various noises around me.

Then, I lost consciousness, When I came to, I was already lying in my room at Dexter’s villa.

I shot up and staggered out of the room.

I wanted to hear that Dexter was safe and sound, but the villa was completely empty.

I was alone.

Even Leo was gone.

Suddenly, Stevie barked in the courtyard.

I saw a figure climb over the wall, followed by several more.

I knew they were here to get rid of me.

We now lived in a civilized society, but behind affluent families like the Blacks lived a group of criminals who couldn’t care less about the law.

Stevie bared its teeth and snarled at the men.

It pounced on them when they weren’t paying attention, making them howl in pain.

I hurriedly reached for my phone, wanting to call the police.

Stevie was only a dog€“it wouldn’t hold out for long.

But when I pulled out my phone, I noticed the traces of blood under my nails.

It took me aback.

I checked my hands carefully€“I wasn’t injured, so where had the blood come from?

This wasn’t the time to think any further.

I called the cops, then grabbed a club from the corner and ran downstairs.

I saw the men holding Stevie down.

It was no match for them.

“Let the dog go!” I cried.

Then, I saw the man in the lead brandish a knife and swing it toward Stevie’s neck.

“No, don’t!”I shrieked.

I ran forward but tripped and fell onto the grass.

Suddenly, there was a shout of pain.

Stevie had bitten one of the men and broken free.

It ran toward me.

It was covered in blood, and it whimpered in my arms.

My eyes turned red, and my fingers trembled, “Stevie.”