Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 349

Chapter 349: CHAPTER 349 Chapter 349: CHAPTER 349 “Do you know that you almost died?” Dexter was barely conscious and lying in a pool of his blood by the time Ewan brought him back.

“Please return to the Black family, Mr.

Black.

Do it for the sake of those you care for.

You can never win against the rich and powerful unless you become one yourself,” Ewan urged, trying to persuade him to return to the Black family “Of course, I’ll return.

It’s just that there’s no place for me in the Black family right now.’ Dexter looked out to the window from the hospital bed.

“The Black family is full of hungry wolves.

I’ll meet my demise even sooner if I don’t pretend to be crazy.” He had to play the fool in order to live under the watchful eyes of the Black family-he was biding his time.

Ewan said.

“James is ruthless and cold-blooded.

You have to be careful, Mr.

Black.” James entered the ward just as Ewan finished his words.

Dexter stared blankly outside the window, never once turning around.

He said, “I can’t believe you actually found him.

You should’ve just left him dead on the streets.

His existence is just a disgrace to the Black family.” James’ lips curled upward as he reached over to grab Dexter by his chin.

“He’s quite handsome.

The pimps would’ve loved to get their hands on someone with a face like his.” Dexter’s eyes were lifeless-only the bulging veins on his arms showed his suppressed emotions.

He remained unresisting, which served to lower James’ guard.

“I really don’t know why Ignatius insists on keeping a dimwit.” James spat as he turned to leave.

‘Clean him up and send him to me once he recovers from his injuries, Ewan.’ After he left, Dexter’s vacant gaze turned cold.

“Should we just kill him?

Without James around, you’d be the only successor to Mr.

Black Senior,” Ewan whispered as he wiped Dexter’s chin with an alcohol wipe.

“It’s pointless having him dead,’ Dexter replied in a low voice.

“Since he likes to fool around so much, he’ll be useless once he suffers a blow and loses his manhood.” There was no rush in killing him-James had to be kept alive and become utterly useless.

“The Rebels founded by Professor Beatrice, her husband, and your father are now being hunted by Genome Society.” Ewan sighed before continuing, ‘T’ll infiltrate the Rebels according to the plan.” The Rebels and Genome Society were like the two ends of a scale-neither could survive without the other.

Ewan said, ‘Even if Ms.

Milford recovers her memories in the future, she’ll surely understand your good intentions, Mr.

Black.” Genome Society had been hunting the Rebels, killing Sophia’s parents and Andy.

They wanted to eliminate them completely.

The reason Dexter made Sophia lose her memories and followed Daisy was because Daisy was interested in his reincarnation project.

As such, Daisy had promised to protect Sophia on his behalf, allowing her to live with the Coleman family as an ordinary person.

It also gave Dexter enough time to help Sophia finish off what she had been planning to do.

“Live your life well, Sophia.

Leave all the dirty work to me.” Dexter completely removed Sophia from the picture.

Yet, he continued to support the Rebels, preventing them from collapsing entirely.

Genome Society would feel threatened as long as the Rebels existed.

Only then would they shift their focus away from Sophia.

Ewan asked, “What are you still waiting for, Mr.

Black?” Dexter kept looking out of the window while calculating something during his stay in the hospital.

Ewan did not understand what he was doing, but he vaguely sensed that Dexter was waiting for something.

“I’m waiting for the right time to come.” Each time, he would just say that he was waiting for the right time.

Ignatius made Ewan lock Dexter up in the attic of the Black residence after Dexter was discharged.

He believed that Dexter’s unstable behavior would only disgrace the Black family.

James suffered from an ailment due to excessive sexual activity during that period.

He became azoospermic and impotent, even resulting in him being unable to have normal sexual relations with women.

As such, he became increasingly irritable and started tormenting Dexter as his pastime.

He even wanted to hand Dexter over to the psychopaths on multiple occasions.

“How much longer do you plan to endure, Mr.

Black?” Dexter was constantly covered in bruises every time Ewan came to visit him in the attic.

Dexter stayed curled up in the corner, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips.

“‘Have you heard of The Truman Show?

Everything we do or say is being watched by Genome Society.

“I’m a monster whose genes were edited before my birth.

If I’m not miserable enough, it won’t help with what I need to do next.” Dexter was doing this on purpose.

He wanted to make Genome Society lower their guard against Sophia and him.

He also wanted to become a powerful backer-one even more powerful than the Black family.

It would be too easy for them to figure out his plans if he were to reveal his true abilities too soon.

That was why James’ torment and abuse were just a cover for Dexter.

“But how long is this going to last?” Ewen felt heartbroken watching him.

Dexter shook his head and struggled to get up.

His legs were severely burned, with bloodied whip marks covering his calves.

In order to prevent him from escaping, James had him stand on burning coals, took out all his nails, and even slashed his finger pads.

But Dexter managed to escape anyway.

He limped over to hide in the shadows to look at Sophia.

She could no longer remember him, but it did not matter as long as she was safe.

Dexter resembled a wandering beggar, silently protecting Sophia in his own way.

However, he dared not go close to her, fearing that he might frighten her “Are you free tomorrow, Damien?” Sophia asked.

Damien snapped, “How long are you going to keep up this act, Sophia?

Did you lose your memories?

Do you think I’d believe in a vicious person like you just because you said you lost your memories?” Dexter watched as the woman he cherished fell for someone else due to her memory loss and emotional emptiness.

Yet, the woman he cared for so deeply was now coldly pushed away by someone else.

Several times, he had to suppress the urge to kill Damien.

He couldn’t expose himself, nor could he touch Damien.

That was because he knew that Damien was with Daisy, and Daisy was from Genome Society.

“Please come back with us, Mr.

Black.” Dexter was once again cornered by the Black family’s men.

He was brought back, where he continued to be tormented.

The cycle of him escaping and getting caught continued.

“How much longer do you plan to endure, Mr.

Black?” Ewan would ask him every single time, wondering when would be the right time.

Yet, Dexter continued to remain silent.

Finally, the person he had been waiting for appeared while he was hiding in the orphanage during one of his escapes It was a teenager who looked no older than 13 or 14.

He was covered in blood and looked disheveled as he walked into the orphanage.

He saw Dexter, who was cowering in a corner and obsessively calculating something He called out, “Dexter, I’m back.” Dexter’s pen froze in his hand.

With red-rimmed eyes, he stared intensely at the teenager.

Simeon-the person he had been waiting for-was finally here.

When Dexter managed to crack the key to reincarnation, he knew at once that Simeon, who was so intelligent, would’ve long since found out about it.

As expected, Simon had reincarnated and come back.

His return reassured Dexter as it meant that the Reincarnation Project had succeeded He brought Simeon to Genome Society in order to prove that his theory of reincarnation was real and that immortality was achievable.

He wanted to garner their attention.

However, the project was temporarily labeled as dubious as there were no other successful experiments.

But it didn’t matter as Dexter had already achieved his goal.

Crowdstar Group was founded by Simeon and him.

In just a few years, two absolute geniuses had brought Crowdstar Group to the pinnacle of capitalism.

In order to defeat the rich and powerful, they could only be more powerful than them and let the cycle continue-such was the operating principle of the world.