Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 145

Chapter 145: CHAPTER 145 Chapter 145: CHAPTER 145 “Dexter, your grandfather has passed away.

You need to oversee the funeral, Martin said in a deep voice as he stepped out of the car.

I watched him warily because I was aware that his visit was about more than just about a funeral.

“Your grandfather’s body in still in the morque, and we need a direct relative to sign for the cremation.

You can’t let him rest unattended, can you?” Martin put on a compassionate look, as if he was just a concerned elder.

Frowning.

I glanced at the cars following him and realized the presence of the media.

Ignatius death was a big deal in the business world, and many media reporters were watching.

Even if Martin was putting on a show, he needed to make it convincing.

I stepped in front of Dexter and whispered, “Dexter, don’t be scared.” With the media around, Dexter was safe for now.

After all, they wouldn’t dare harm him under the spotlight.

Martin’s eyes, unseen by others, were sharp.

I knew he was furious about his failed attempt to kill Dexter a few days ago.

Now, with the media swarming in, it’d be difficult for him to make a second attempt.

Dexter stood behind me.

His gaze signaled the person holding Yasmin to release her.

The person complied and stood with a cold demeanor behind Dexter.

It was evident Dexter trusted him.

“Mr.

Coleman, thank you for helping me find Dexter.

This boy loves freedom too much to be confined at home, Martin said gently while playing the role of a kind old man in front of the media.

Damien brushed away his gloominess and walked over.

He was also a businessman and fundamentally no different from Martin.

“The passing of my family head is a big deal.

I appreciate your assistance today.

Let’s discuss the collaboration between the Black and Coleman Groups at the charity dinner.”Martin extended his hand to Damien.

His mention of collaboration clearly meant assuming control of the Black Group.

Apparently, he had assumed ownership of the Black Group.

He deliberately announced the collaboration in front of the media.

He was trying to hype as well as Dexter, pressure I was a little worried as I looked back at Dexter.

However, the corners of his mouth seemed to be carrying a hint of a smile that was hard to detect.

“Dexter, the media is here.

He won’t do anything to you at the moment.

Let’s stabilize the situation.

Don’t resist.

Follow my lead,” I whispered.

Dexter hid his emotions and put on a scared look.

“Sophia, will you protect me?” .

I held Dexter’s hand tightly and nodded.

Following that, I turned to the reporters and wiped my tears.

Grandpa’s death has deeply affected Dexter.

He’s been managing his emotions lately and he’ll be sure to get over his grief in the shortest time possible.

He’ll be back to manage the Black Group so that grandpa’s hard work isn’t let down.” The cameras turned to Dexter.

The latter appeared reluctant but didn’t dodge them.

“Is it true Dexter has a mental illness?” a reporter asked.

I smiled at the reporter.

“I believe all of us, even the so€“called normal people, have mental illnesses to some extent.

He’s fine and has already recovered.” “Are you Dexter’s wife?

Who will manage the company now that Mr.

Ignatius is gone?

I heard no one agrees to have Dexter, a mentally ill person, run the company.

Meanwhile, Martin seems the most qualified.” Martin frowned.

He seemed to be displeased by the media’s involvement.

“Martin is just a distant relative who benefited from the Blacks and grandpa.

But as the sole heir, the Black Group rightfully belongs to Dexter.” I gazed over at Martin in challenge.

His attempt to kill Dexter hadn’t been forgotten.

Martin looked at me meaningfully but surprisingly stayed silent.

Things didn’t seem right.

He was definitely plotting something.

“Sophia, I want to go home, Dexter whispered from behind me.

I nodded to him reassuringly and hinted that I would protect him.

The reporters wanted to ask more, but I cut them off.

“Sorry, but I’m tired.

I’m pregnant, and I get dizzy if I stand for too long.

We’ll be leaving now.” Leaning into Dexter’s arms, I deliberately brought up my pregnancy again to provoke Martin.

Even if Dexter was no longer there, I still had our child.

“Mr.

Black, Mrs.

Black!” Ewan’s car was parked nearby.

He opened the door for us to get in.

I glanced at the silent man in the cap, who was vigilantly protecting Dexter from behind.

“Who is he?” I asked softly after getting into the car.

“A bodyguard,” the man replied before Dexter could answer.

“He’s Joel Bart, Ewan’s adopted son.

He’s in charge of our safety,” Dexter explained in a low voice.

Joel hummed under his breath, then pulled down his cap and gazed out the window.

There seemed to be some hostility coming from him, but I couldn’t tell if it was directed at me or someone else.

I glanced at Dexter and Ewan.

One was his adopted father, and the other was his employer.

If the hostility I sensed from Joel wasn’t directed at them, then was it aimed at me?

It wasn’t like I had offended him.

“Ewan, did you arrange for the reporters in advance?” I asked.

Ewan glanced back at us through the rearview mirror before nodding.

“Yes.” I sighed in relief, realizing he wasn’t as clueless as I thought.

At least Dexter didn’t come alone.

He had brought a bodyguard, informed the media, and held Yasmin hostage to thwart Martin.

“Sophia, you’re amazing.

With you around, they won’t dare bully me,” Dexter smiled at me innocently.

I felt a bit guilty.

Wasn’t he the one who had saved me?

Joel gave another noncommittal hum from the passenger seat.

I wondered if there was an issue with his nose.

I looked out the window as Ewan drove past Martin’s car, and my face instantly darkened.

The person who hadn’t gotten out of Martin’s car was actually Peter.

In fact, I had researched Peter.

He was a formidable psychiatrist and a renowned counselor in Huma, having received numerous awards and the highest honors in his field years ago.

He was considered a prodigy in the field of mental illness, both in Huma and globally.

The weirdest thing about this was that the subject he had been working on was the direction of therapeutic research on children with hypermale disorder and those deemed inherently bad.

Hypermale children were known for genetic anomalies leading to uncontrollable tempers.

Without altering their genetics, curing their condition was virtually impossible Yet, Peter had a wealth of clinical experience and many successful treatment cases.

Numerous parents, desperate to normalize their children they consider bad, have entrusted them to Peter’s care, hoping for n transformation post€“discharge.

Peter rolled down the car window and looked over.

I felt a chill down my spine and instinctively avoided his gaze.

An inner voice warned me that this man was dangerous, “Why is Peter with Martin?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

“With the media now involved, any attempt by Martin to eliminate Mr.

Black would raise suspicions.

He’s likely shifting his strategy to focus on Mr.

Black’s supposed mental illness by collaborating with a psychiatrist,” Ewan replied softly.

My breathing started to quicken.

I understood what they were planning to do.

They intended to use Dexter’s alleged illness to justify forced treatment, Since they couldn’t eliminate Dexter, they’d aim to mold him into an obedient puppet.

Frightened, I held Dexter’s hand tightly.

“I won’t let them hurt you.

No one can.”