Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

In the master bedroom on the first floor, Brendan was brought home and laid on his bed, looking terribly unwell.

Henry and his son had also arrived, and their intentions were far from good.

The more distant relatives of the Langleys had gathered, each with their own schemes in mind.

In their eyes, I was still the same Foebe Larson, the easy–to–manipulate outsider who had been brought in solely to bear an heir for the Langley family, a total pushover.

Little did they know, Foebe Larson had undergone a ‘core‘ change.

“Brendan is ill, and the Langley’s boat can’t sail without someone at the helm. I see no one on Brendan’s side fit to take the reins. There’s a fool…” Henry’s voice was deep, filled with disdain as he cast a glance at Caleb Langley. “And an outsider.”

That outsider was me.

Henry sneered and walked over to the bed, “Brendan, if you agree it’s best for me to take charge, just nod your head. I promise to take the Langley Group to new heights.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Brendan seemed furious, but alas he could only make frustrated noises and pulled at the sheets with a fiery glare directed at Mr. Henry.

“He can’t be agitated,” Eric said, his voice stern.

“I think my dear cousin agrees,” Henry twisted the truth, clearly intent on seizing power by force.

“Who said Grandpa agreed?” I entered the bedroom and walked over to Brendan’s side. “Grandpa, everything in the Langley family, including the shares of Langley Holdings, are to go to my child, aren’t they? He is the bloodline of the Langley family, our rightful heir, right?”

Brendan gave me a look, one filled with surprise and bewilderment, but still, he reluctantly nodded.

Henry’s expression turned sour.

His son Julian Langley also threatened coldly, “A woman should know her place. You’d best not push your luck, or that child might never see the light of day.”

Brendan glared at Julian Langley, his mouth opening as if to hurl insults.

I couldn’t help but feel sorrow for Brendan, who had been powerful and influential all his life. and now could only lie in bed, mute and powerless..

“You, a grown man, resort to threatening a woman? Seems like that’s all you’re capable of,” I said to Julian with not a trace of fear in my eyes.

How could these people be more frightening than that serial murderer?

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“Huh…” Julian didn’t expect my defiance: he scoffed, moving to step forward. With Brendan bedridden, his boldness knew no bounds.

As I stepped back. Caleb positioned himself in front of me.

He was tall and his presence unexpectedly comforting.

Julian frowned, eyeing Caleb. “A fool like you think you can protect her? Hah…”

Caleb didn’t speak, his gaze deep and intense as he looked at Julian.

Perhaps feeling the pressure from Caleb’s presence, Julian frowned deeper.

A gang–banger who’d spent years brawling and fighting was now literally intimidated by someone they considered a fool.

Caleb was usually quiet, possibly due to a past injury to his throat which made his voice raspy.

But when he was serious, he could be truly intimidating.

“The Langleys can’t hold up without someone in charge. Brendan, do you plan to let this fool meddle, or a woman?” Henry asked indifferently.

“I will take over the company.”

I meant to say that I would temporarily manage the company, but Caleb spoke before I could.

His declaration shocked everyone in the room, myself included.

Brendan looked at Caleb, his eyes complex as he struggled to speak. But he was unable to

utter.

Caleb could see that his eyes carried a tinge of terror.