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Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 127
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Chapter 127

“Did you have a rough day at the office, by any chance?” | probed.

It's like he’s Jekyll and Hyde in the flesh.

When Dexter was around, he’s like a wolf ready to snap, but now he’s turned into a big, bulled

Caleb looked up at me, his voice a whisper, “You wantto collaborate with him, right?

“Collaborating is in the best interest of Langley Group. We have to separate personal grudges from business,” |

said, perched on my desk, gazing out the window. “Only if you seal the deal with him can we shut their mouths.”

Caleb reached out and pulledinto his arms.

| lost my balance and tumbled into his embrace, ending up seated on his lap in an undeniably Intimate position.

Thankfully, the guy’s got long legs. If he were any shorter, I'd be on the floor.

“You...” | began, ready to snap at him, but he suddenly heldtight and said with a muffled tone. “Phoebe,

they're all picking on me.”

| felt a pang in my heart; it's hard to not to feel this way.

| patted Caleb's back, trying to soothe his troubled spirit. “Don’t worry, I've got your back.” | said.

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Even if | can’t always protect myself, | mused.

“Phoebe...” His voice was low as he called my name.

“What if Dexter and | both fell into a lake? Who would you save?” He suddenly looked up at me. his gaze intense.

| hesitated; his eyes always had a way of setting off fireworks inside me.

“What a childish question...” | nearly laughed.

But he seemed dead serious and kept waiting eagerly for my answer.

“Why would | have anything to do with him? Of course I'd save you,” | said so earnestly.

The gloom on Caleb's face finally broke into a hint of a smile, and he buried his head in my chest again,

“Phoebe... don't lie to me.”

Anxiety fluttered in my chest at the thought.

Could this hypothetical situation one day beca reality?

Would I have to choose between Caleb and Dexter?

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“I need to step out for a bit. Stay put at the office, Eric will handle anything that comes up,” | whispered, my tone

resembling that of an adult coaxing a child.

“Where are you headed?” Caleb's grip tightened on my wrist with a hint of nervousness in his

voice.

“Meeting someone...”

Melody had suddenly requested to see me, and | was curious too.

| was ‘Foebe’ now, after all. Melody wouldn't recognizeas Phoebe. If Stella didn’t believe me, how could

Melody possibly accept it so easily?

That's why | was intrigued. Why did Melody suddenly want to meet me?

“Takewith you.” It seemed like Colin was sticking tolike glue, either afraid I'd run away or that I'd once

again vanish.

“Skipping out on your first day?” | warned him with a glance, then checked the time. “I'm off to see Stella. I'll

bring you back something tasty.”

Caleb looked reluctant but let go all the same.

“Hey, fancy running into you here.”

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Just as | left the office, | bumped into Coraline Larson. She was teetering on high heels, dressed to kill with her

employee badge hanging around her neck. She carried a stack of papers. sashaying as if she was on a runway.

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| narrowed my eyes at her. Coraline had sgby getting into Langley Group.

“Full-temployee?” | reached out and examined her badge.

President's Secretary?

What?

No internship?

Coraline looked atwith pride, her laugh tinged with scorn, “Even without you, | could have made it into

Langley Group.”

With that, she sashayed into the president's office.

| was worried about Caleb, stealthily peering through the crack of the door.

Coraline was such a sly vixen and there was Caleb, all clueless. How could he really stand a chance against her?

| couldn’t believe | was actually concerned that Coraline might take advantage of Caleb! “Mr. Langley...” Coraline

brought the documents close to Caleb, deliberately leaning in; her curves were accentuated as she bent over the

desk. “Could you take a look at these? If they're all good, they need your signature.”