Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: CHAPTER 225 Chapter 225: CHAPTER 225 Clones.

It was a terrifying word.

“What about Dexter…” I asked in a hoarse voice.

If I was an experiment subject, what was Dexter?

“He’s not an experiment subject…” answered Juliet, leaning against the wall as she tried to endure the pain.

“He went through genetic screening, but he was just a selected experiment subject.

Unlike you…

he’s a normal person.

But you’re not, Sofia Miller…

You’re not even human.” “In their eyes, you’re a lamb that’s about to be slaughtered.

You’re like livestock in the human society…

You were their experiment subject, something that can be killed anytime if the research data turns out poorly.” Juliet continued, “Just like Dolly the sheep, your final destiny would be to become a specimen.

You would be trapped in the research lab’s underground specimen bank.

“I’m guessing…

that the Genome Society has countless specimens of ‘your’ corpse in the underground lab.” I scoffed.

I silently got up and slowly made my way downstairs.

A clone.

How pathetic.

Even science fiction movies could not accurately reflect human desire and evil.

For the sake of development, evolution, immortality, anti-aging, and survival…

Humans had many unknown dark sides that were hidden from the sun.

It existed in a darkness that the average person might never be exposed to in their lifetime.

They might be unable to imagine how terrifying such darkness could be.

Perhaps living an average life would be blissful too.

“Sophia…” Damien called out to me with a coarse voice.

“In The Godfather, it was said that behind every great fortune, there’s a crime.

It was also said that capital comes dripping from head to foot, from every pore, with blood and dirt…” I said hoarsely as I slowly made my way downstairs.

I was not only saying it to Damien but also to myself.

All the prosperity that we saw in the world was simply things that the world’s puppeteers allowed us to see.

There was an unimaginable darkness hidden behind everything.

“Sophia…” Damien said, full of concern.

“It’s not your fault.” I scoffed at Damien.

“I never thought that it was my fault…” But whose fault was it?

“Keep an eye on your lover and make sure she keeps her mouth shut…” I pointed at Damien and continued, “And you, Damien Coleman.

You were kind to everyone but were cruel to Sophia Milford.

Put away that indiscriminatingly soft heart of yours.

It’ll only enable her to do more.” “I’m not at fault, and neither is Dexter.” I turned around and continued going down.

“As for Peter and the large and sturdy net behind him…” “Tell Peter I’ll personally ruin everything that they have.” I would never give in or give way.

The people who “killed” me took advantage of “me”.

Just like the Rebels who fought against eve used the same “evil” ways to tear that net apart.

They exposed the genetic experiments that Peter and the supporting stakeholders had been conducting.

Now that the police began investigating the case, they began to panic…

But that was only the beginning.

“Sophia…

I’ll help you,” Damien whispered.

Even though he knew that getting involved in the case meant terrifying stakes.

“Before that, I must first find the murderer…” I said softly and continued going downstairs.

I wondered if the mastermind was guiding me…

to find him.

So could ally with him against Genome Society together.

Meanwhile, on the first floor, Dexter stood by the fire and had his arms spread wide.

I began to tear up.

I jumped into his arms from the stairs.

“Don’t be scared.

We’re on the first floor, and there’s light over there.” Dexter pointed at a tiny ray of light that peeked through the gaps in the wall…

We were in Huma.

This was a place where the light shone.

It was not a place for evildoers to go rampant.

“Yeah, let’s go home.” I looked at Quinn.

She was drenched in blood and sat there weakly.

But she looked at me with a meaningful gaze.

Unsurprisingly…

I left bloody scratch marks on the back of her hand.

My expression darkened, and I frowned at Quinn.

She looked at me too, as if she was not afraid of getting discovered.

“Sophia?” Dexter said softly.

I snapped back to my senses and straightened my posture.

“Go look for the exit.

See if we can call for help.” Dexter stared deeply at me, then nodded.

When he left, he brought Eason and Joel with him.

Meanwhile, Zion took Violette somewhere with light and examined her wounds anxiously.

“Zion…

If I die, would you carve ‘Wife of Zion Landon’ on my tombstone?” Violette said with a weak and hoarse voice.

Even at times like this, she could still tease Zion.

Zion continued to compress her wound.

“You’re not going to die…

You won’t.” Violette began to tear up.

“I don’t want to die.

I haven’t gotten married, I don’t have a boyfriend, and I’m still single…” Violette began to sob.

Seeing how Violette was behaving, Zion thought she should be fine.

“Don’t be scared.

Don’t…” Zion pulled Violette’s shirt up to examine the wound.

It was not a deep cut, but the wound continued to bleed.

She wouldn’t die anytime soon, but she didn’t have time to spare either.

“Zion, will I die?” Violette cried loudly.

“You won’t…

for now,” Zion whispered.

I glanced at Violette and Zion.

After ensuring that Violette would be fine, I turned around to face Quinn.

Quinn was looking at me with a smile.

Ever since she saw the scratches on the back of her hand, she knew that I must’ve guessed…

“Come with me.” I grabbed Quinn by her collar and dragged her under the stairs.

I slammed Quinn into the wall, and her face became pale from the pain.

“Wow…

You were pretty rough on yourself,” I said as I tightened my choke around her neck.

Quinn smiled provocatively and said, “You won’t kill me…” “You thought wrong.” My fingers continued to tighten around Quinn’s neck as I gazed at her coldly.

“You exposed Carol’s position on purpose so that she’d die, right?” Quinn tapped my hand with a painful expression.

I gradually loosened my choke and grabbed her hair instead.

When we were on the 17th floor, every time the electricity went out, one person would die.

But how did Quinn do that?

“I just set up the mechanism beforehand,” Quinn said with a smile, but it was cold like an emotionless devil.

“I knew it was you.

What’s your objective?” I scoffed.

I wanted to know the truth.

“We’re trying to awaken a god.

A god that can cleanse this world.” Quinn laughed.

I grabbed her collar and put my knee against her wound.

“Don’t play games with me.” Quinn fell to the ground but continued to look at me, smiling.

“Sophia…

The person who planned this game…

isn’t me.

I’m just an executor.” Quinn turned out to not be the mastermind.

“What are your objectives?

Killing people?

Taking out your anger?

Or standing up for justice?” “No, no, no…

All of this has just been the beginning.” Quinn smiled and stood up.

She slowly walked to where the sunlight seeped in.

She stood under the sun and turned around to smile at me.

“We have a common goal,” she said.

I frowned.

I wasn’t sure what she was up to.

Quinn continued, “This is a sad world.

Fate only tortures the unfortunate, and the rope always breaks where it’s the weakest…

People with no power and money can neither control their fate nor change it, so they can only live in sadness and pain.” “But the upper class…

controls the fate of the lower class.” Quinn kept saying random things.

“Sophia, this world is much crazier than we think,” she said, smiling as she backed away.

“Callum deserved to die.

He abused.

his wife, raped minors, organized and employed prostitution, trafficked women and children, and committed all sorts of crimes…

He was a great chess piece and a great stepping stone.

How We have completed the killing without connecting these people?” Quinn had married Callum on purpose.

She deliberately allowed Callum to abuse her.

She created a pitiful image for herself, waiting for us to join this game.