Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 

Suddenly, I found myself curious about Colin and the nature of our relationship. 

It’s a fact that Colin knew me as Phoebe Caldwell, but as for me, he had slipped completely from my memory. Not only had I forgotten about Colin but also everything about the 

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When did I begin to forget? 

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And when did I supposedly leave Colin waiting for me there? 

Could everything Colin has gone through… somehow be connected to me? 

I was riddled with doubts, and I needed to get to the bottom of this. 

It seemed there was trouble brewing at Langley Group. There’s no way Henry and his cronies would let Colin take the helm without a fight. 

With Brendan in trouble and Samuel sidelined, Colin seemed to be the only one left to steer the Langley ship. 

But Henry had been spreading rumors around the office that Colin was off his rocker, rallying the executives and board members to resist him and force him to relinquish control. 

“Mr. Caleb, there’s a problem at the company. You need to come with me,” Eric called out from the other side of the door. 

Reluctantly, Colin lifted his head to look at me, his eyes fraught with impatience. “Phoebe… they’re so annoying.” 

He just wanted all these people to disappear… 

“Shall I come with you?” I offered, getting ready to dress and go out with him. 

“Phoebe, just wait for me at home,” Colin shook his head, his pale face marked by a bright red slap print. 

His skin was too fair, so the slap stood out starkly. 

I averted my eyes. “Listen to Eric, will you? Don’t be stubborn; don’t act on impulse.” 

Colin nodded and left the room. 

I was now certain that Colin’s sudden mood swings were no figment of my imagination. 

He presented one face to the world and another to me alone–the difference was like night and day. 

The moment he stepped through the door, even his silhouette seemed to cast a formidable shadow. 

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Chapter 167 

Buzz! 

My phone went off. An unknown caller. 

I answered the call. 

“Foebe Larson, it’s Melody,” said the voice, surprisingly belonging to Melody. 

Her voice shook with anger and spite. “Is Dexter with you? You shameless woman, do you think you can steal him away just by pretending to be Phoebe Caldwell? He’s not answering my calls; make him talk to me!” 

Melody’s hysterical, demanding to speak to Dexter. 

“What, you call me looking for Dexter, and you think I’m the crazy one?” I scoffed. 

Melody feeling insecure? Never thought such a day would come. 

When she used to taunt me, she was so confident, convinced that Dexter would love only her for the rest of his life.