Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 232

Chapter 232: CHAPTER 232 Chapter 232: CHAPTER 232 It seemed that Genome Society had been secretly monitoring Sofia’s life.

Clearly, Sofia hadn’t been as innocent and harmless as she appeared.

While she presented herself as an ordinary and timid individual, she had orchestrated accidents to exact revenge on her tormentors while sneering from the shadows.

Her Miller parents were arrested for human trafficking, and the Millers’ eldest grandson became intellectually disabled due to a high fever, leaving the grandmother impoverished with a mentally impaired grandson and a son behind bars.

Sofia was a shrew and cunning woman.

She understood exactly how to manipulate the loved one of her targets as weapons, inflicting agonizing suffering and torturing their hearts.

Ann Miller was a case in point.

Though it appeared that she had taken Sofia’s supposed boyfriend, Sofia lacked emotions.

It rendered her seemingly incapable of truly loving anyone.

Hence, it seemed more probable that she orchestrated the transfer of her supposed boyfriend to Ann, enabling her to dispose of him while maintaining her facade.

Obviously, all of us had underestimated Sofia Miller, who was also one of the experimental subjects.

As I stared at the experimental data scattered on the ground, my mind drifted into a deep reverie.

How was it possible that someone as intelligent as Sofia ended up dead?

She was meticulously chosen and brought into the Black family as the prime candidate for reproduction, yet her life was cut short by overdose- induced heart failure…

Then, by some miraculous twist of fate, I found myself reincarnated in her body….

Was it all just a series of coincidences?

And then there was Sofia’s diary…

Upon my return to the Miller residence, I stumbled upon it in the garage almost effortlessly.

It was almost as if Sofia had planted it there all along…

Ironically, with Juliet’s claim that I was, in fact, Sofia Miller and not Sophia Milford…

I couldn’t help but question myself too….

Who was I?

Or rather, what was I?

What kind of experimental subject was I?

Were the people of Genome Society only interested in experimenting on our genomes?

Compared to prodigies like Dexter and Jimmy, who were already considered perfected experimental data and fully integrated into “production,” it seemed that I had lost my value as a subject.

Yet, Genome Society continued to observe me and other experimental subjects without ceasing.

In essence, Sofia and I, along with the other clone experiment subjects, might harbor deeper and more terrifying secrets…

As Dexter and I returned to his place, Stevie greeted us eagerly at the door.

It was wagging its tail with excitement.

Seeing Stevie’s enthusiasm reminded me of my old pet, Georgie.

Despite its ferocious demeanor toward others, Georgie had always shown obedience and gentleness toward both Dexter and me.

“Did you finish your food, Stevie?’ I crouched down, running my hand over Stevie’s head.

Almost instinctively, I raised my right hand.

It was a gesture that had become familiar from the days when I trained Georgie.

Back then, whenever I raised my hand, Georgie would promptly sit on the ground with its tongue sticking out.

It would then await my next command.

Sure enough, as I raised my hand, Stevie immediately followed suit.

It sat down just like Georgie, waiting for my instruction.

A bit surprised by Stevie’s quick response, I pointed toward its bowl that was placed far away in the garden.

“Bring it here.”” Without hesitation, Stevie dashed over to its bowl, grabbed it in its mouth, and trotted back toward me.

Meanwhile, Dexter observed our interaction from the swing in the yard.

“Good boy!” I praised Stevie, rubbing its head and cradling it in my arms.

I felt a sense of nostalgia as if Georgie had returned to me.

Suddenly, Stevie let out a series of frantic barks toward the gate.

I turned around and spotted a black car parked outside the gate.

Feeling alert, I stood up, my brows furrowing at the sight of the uninvited guest- Peter Jones, “Looks like it’s time to move,” Dexter said solemnly.

With our residing location now exposed, our safety was compromised.

Anyone could find us here, including dangerous individuals.

Peter stepped out of the car, clad in a black trench coat and holding a black umbrella.

“Sofia-no, perhaps I should address you as Sophia Milford?” I frowned, staring at him warily.

He smiled and continued, “Juliet tipped you off about some of our secrets, didn’t she?

Well, that’s just the tip of the iceberg.” He was aware that Juliet had told me about those so-called cloning experiments.

“Juliet betrayed me.

Now, the police have started their investigation, and soon…

they’ll be onto me.

As you might have guessed, I’m but a pawn raised by the rich and powerful.

When push comes to shove, they won’t hesitate to sacrifice me,” Peter sounded pitiful.

Then, he opened his car door and added, “If you want to find out more, come with me.” I regarded him with caution, wondering if this was some kind of trap.

Would he truly divulge those secrets?

“Do you think we’ll fall for that?” Dexter queried gravely as he approached my side.

Glancing at Stevie, who was snarling nearby, Peter chuckled and said, “Trust no one, Sophia Milford.

Anyone around you could be planted by Genome Society to monitor you.

Even a dog could potentially be an NPC designed to extract experimental data from you…” Peter’s words sent a shiver down my spine.

Though he used a dog as an example, I sensed he was alluding to everything surrounding me.

“Have you watched “The Truman Show?” Peter suddenly asked.

“Art imitates life, but life always exceeds art.” I clenched my fists as I glanced at Dexter.

If everyone was just an NPC, as Peter described, was Dexter one of them too?

I recalled a fragment of my memory.

I was covered in blood as Dexter held me with an agonized expression, desperately trying to stop me from harming myself.

“Sophia…

I have nothing in this world.

I’m just a created pawn.

I can give up on everything, but I can’t live without you…

Please, stop hurting yourself, Sophia,’ Dexter pleaded in that memory.

If faith was the driving force behind one’s will to live, then perhaps Sophia Milford embodied Dexter’s faith and courage.

“My time is running out,” Peter reminded me.

The Rebels’ protest game had evidently caused a significant butterfly effect, drawing attention from the higher echelons.

It seemed that the rich and powerful figures behind Genome Society were starting to dismantle their operation.

While I had anticipated Juliet being one of the targets for elimination, I hadn’t expected Peter to be included.

It seemed they wanted to silence him before the police tracked him down.

“I have no regrets, though.

After all, I’ve lived many more years than your parents,” Peter remarked as he folded his black umbrella and entered the car.

I exchanged glances with Dexter, both of us acknowledging that Peter didn’t have much time left.

However, there were still many unanswered questions that we needed to address.

Despite the risks involved, we made the decision to get into Peter’s car.

“By the way, I’m sony about your parents’ death,” Peter remarked from the driver’s seat, referring to Sophia Milford’s parents.

“As for your father…” Peter’s gaze shifted to Dexter.

“His demise was of his own making.

Openly opposing Genome Society was a futile endeavor against such immense power.” Dexter frowned, his expression hardening.

“Here’s my advice-refrain from acting impulsively until you wield power feared by the rich and powerful,” Peter continued, sounding like he was imparting final wisdom from his deathbed.

“Dexter Black, it was very unwise of you to sell off the Black Group to Crowdstar Group.

Their swift rise has unsettled even the forces behind Genome Society, leading to attempts to court them.” “Crowdstar’s hefty donations to Genome Society’s laboratory have solidified their influence within the organization…

By selling Black Group to them, you’ve only bolstered their strength.” If that were true, our situation would grow increasingly dire.

Clasping my hands tightly, Dexter retorted with a sneer, ‘That’s none of your concern.” I glanced at Dexter.

To challenge the rich and powerful, one had to first have a powerful backer.

Was Dexter somehow tied to Crowdstar Group?