Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66 

“Hmm?” 

“You went out, didn’t you?” He gazed into my eyes. 

I felt a pang of guilt. “Um…” 

“Phoebe, forget about him; he’s not worth it,” Colin’s words came out of the blue. 

My heart raced as I looked at Colin, wondering who he was referring to. 

In my memory, Foebe did have an ex–boyfriend, a real piece of work, even worse than Dexter. Was Colin talking about him? 

Without an explanation, I looked down and walked away. 

Colin’s eyes were always so intense as if they could pull you in–I dared not look too long. 

“Madam, these are the clothes and jewelry that the Mr. Samuel has sent over. He says that now you’re part of the Langley family, you should outshine everyone else,” the nanny said with a look of envy as she brought in the luxurious custom attire and jewelry. 

I glanced at the garments and jewelry; they were indeed valuable, with a single necklace costing eight figures. 

Standing up, I approached the mirror and casually started to get ready. 

“I saw the CEO of Fitzgerald Group arriving with his fiancée–what a perfect match they make.” the nanny reminded me. 

I frowned, looking at her. “Dexter and Melody?” 

She nodded. 

Ah, talk about a small world. Well, I couldn’t be blamed for this; it was just Melody’s bad luck to bump into me here. 

Knowing Brendan cared about appearances, I did my makeup and slipped into a strapless: evening gown. 

The gown plunged daringly low, accentuating Foebe’s already flawless figure to a tantalizing degree. 

Looking at my reflection, I had to admit, to describe myself as a Muse wouldn’t be an exaggeration. 

Foebe was truly stunning, the kind that would stand out in the entertainment industry.. 

“So beautiful…” even the nanny couldn’t help but compliment. 

Yet, my expression soured. Such a low–cut gown–Samuel was truly despicable. 

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Chapter 66 

Indeed, it seemed all men were the same, even when confined to a wheelchair. 

At the doorway, Samuel sat in his wheelchair, applauding. “I must admire the old man’s taste–top–notch choices. You look absolutely ravishing.” 

His praise made me want to gag. 

I watched him warily and managed a smile. “Thank you for the compliment, Uncle.” 

By asserting my role, he should have gotten the hint. 

But, of course, his intentions were far from pure. 

Samuel glanced at the nanny. “Leave us; I have something to discuss with her.”