Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 292

Chapter 292: CHAPTER 292 Chapter 292: CHAPTER 292 Outside the door, the masked woman paused and retraced her steps.

She scrutinized Dexter intently.

“Did you claim to be the president of Crowdstar Group?” Dexter frowned and remained silent.

She suddenly laughed.

“The more you say that, the less I believe it.

Once your hand is healed, we’ll conduct the safe test tomorrow.

If you’re truly the president of Crowdstar Group, I’ll release them.

If you’re not, I’m afraid everything invaluable will be destroyed.” Dexter glared at her, his hands tightly clenched.

I tightly grasped Dexter’s arm.

As soon as the masked woman left, I hugged him and whispered, “Dexter, regardless of whether you’re the president of Crowdstar Group or not, you can’t be him, do you understand?” His identity could not be exposed at this time.

I was able to confirm that Dexter was the president of Crowdstar Group from the moment his hand was injured.

In addition, Dexter must have discreetly arranged for someone to be aboard this cruise.

Nevertheless, I was completely unaware of their true identities.

Dexter stared at me intently.

He understood exactly what I meant.

After years of lurking, Genome Society had remained vigilant.

Even though Dexter had become a powerful backer, they continued to suspect him.

Dexter still failed to establish real contact with the organization’s top leaders.

The cruise game was not only for the Rebels to find the president of Crowdstar Group but also for Genome Society to test the president’s credibility.

If Dexter was confirmed as the president, Genome Society would abandon the lives of everyone on the cruise.

It was because they didn’t trust him.

Dexter was willing to do anything for Sophia, no matter how crazy it was.

Hence, he simply couldn’t afford to fail at this time.

At that moment, Dexter eventually calmed down and embraced me.

“Sophia…” He didn’t say anything else and simply whispered my name.

I rested my head on his shoulder, and in that instant, I no longer had any concern for my own identity.

All I desired was to reciprocate his intense emotions.

I loved him unconditionally, whether I was Sophia or not.

And if I were indeed Sophia, it would be even more wonderful.

If I wasn’t, then I would shamelessly embrace living as Sophia.

“Sophia…” he persistently called my name, contemplating the unspoken secrets in his heart.

I could see how hard he must have worked all these years, building his business quietly in private.

He must have endured a lot of grievances.

“Are you tired?” Dexter asked me softly, and I nodded.

“Go to sleep.” He held me in his arms.

I fell asleep on him.

The room was quiet, and everyone was in a heavy mood, as if there would be no tomorrow.

I fell asleep in a daze.

In my dreams, I saw Ashton and Xandra.

The two pure-hearted children were holding my and Dexter’s hands.

In my dream, I observed everything from my point of view.

I watched with pure delight as our family ran and flew kites together in the vast grassland.

The children were innocent, their eyes as pure as they should be at that age.

Dexter was dressed casually, without scars on his body.

His bright smile and handsome face could light up any room.

As he held me in his arms, we both basked in the warmth of the sun.

A happy and simple life was what we yearned for.

However, even something so simple felt like a luxury to us.

I must have cried in my dream because my hair was drenched with tears.

Someone tenderly wiped away my tears and kissed my forehead.

As I gradually opened my eyes, I saw Dexter.

And just like that, my dreams ceased to be nightmarish.

I stretched and turned over.

Nestling in Dexter’s arms, I drifted back to sleep.

He gently patted my back.” Did you have a nightmare?” “No, I had a wonderful dream,” I whispered.

The dream was beautiful but even more painful than a nightmare.

I didn’t know if we could experience such a peaceful moment in our lives.

“Sleep a little longer.” As I was about to go back to sleep, a group of people abruptly entered the room.

“Today is the public execution.

Everyone is welcome.

Have fun!” The riots outside persisted.

Class conflicts were instigated between the poor and the rich.

People who could not afford food and those who could afford it began to fight and physically attack each other.

Many people were seriously injured or trampled to death.

We were escorted out of the medical capsule and led to the central stage of the VIP banquet hall.

It was there that the safe was placed.

Everyone in the banquet hall had gathered, eagerly waiting to find out who the true president of Crowdstar Group was.

At this moment, everyone fell silent and looked upward.

“Will you let us go if one of these people we sent is the president of Crowdstar Group?” asked Maverick and the others loudly.

The masked woman looked over with an enigmatic smile.

“Of course.” She could release them, but she didn’t have to guarantee their survival.

I frowned, finding Maverick quite pathetic.

It was true, as he had stated, that he was simply driven by the desire to stay alive.

“The game is nearing its end.

Once we find the president of Crowdstar Group, I assure you, everyone will be able to return to shore,” said the masked woman with a chilling smile.

She raised her hand, and the person next to me was brought over.

His hands and head were pressed down for palm print and iris comparison.

“Error, error,” the alarm of the safe blared.

The first man was not the president.

The masked woman aimed at the man and fired without hesitation.

At that moment, she was too indifferent.

There was no hint of respect for life in her eyes as she effortlessly ended a man’s life.

“Mr.

President of Crowdstar Group, remember that these people died because of you.

If you keep hiding and refuse to come out, more lives will be lost,” said the masked woman with a smile, her eyes locked on Dexter.

However, she refused to let Dexter try first and insisted on pointing to the next person.

She behaved like a terrifying demon, capable of effortlessly ending someone’s life.

At the sight of the first person’s lifeless body, the second person trembled and collapsed to the ground, pleading, “Please spare my life.

Please…

I’m not the president…” However, he was still taken for the test.

“Error.” It was clear he was not the president.

The masked woman fired another shot, and the man fell to the ground.

Everyone there was tense as they watched.

People’s lives were at stake.

Those were all living human beings.

I glared at her, feeling angry.

She was so cold-blooded and without emotion, and she hated me.

I wondered if she was also an experimental subject.

Then, I glanced at Una, who remained indifferent to everything.

Only an experimental subject could be so heartless.

“I’ll do it!” Dexter said seriously and took the initiative to step forward.

I gazed at Dexter nervously.

Could it be that after dedicating himself for so many years, he was going to end up being discovered?