Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

But now, before Caleb, it seemed like his aura was completely subdued.

Neither of them looked particularly well. Caleb remained silent, and it was Dexter who spoke. first. Well… The Langley Group’s gesture of goodwill is, let me tell you, quite the surprise. Sending a dimwit to meet with us from the Fitzgerald Group suggests that perhaps we needn’t bother discussing this partnership any further.”

“Indeed, we needn’t. Caleb scoffed. He seemed to start a killing spree at any moment when hist fury was cracklina.

Caleb seemed on the verge of transforming into a demon and ready to tear his adversary to shreds especially when he faced Dexter.

Dexter furrowed his brow; if there was no discussion to be had, why had Caleb summoned him personally it not to humiliate him?

The Fitzgerald name might have once played second fiddle to the Langleys, but with Brendan gone, the Langleys‘ downfall was all but certain, especially if left in the hands of a dimwit like Caleb.

“The Langley family is empty now; that’s why you’re sitting here. With you at the helm, the Langley Group will bleed out sooner rather than later.” Dexter said with a calm that belied his words, rising from his seat without any intention of further discussion.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, business is about mutual respect, and this deal was meant to profit the Fitzgerald Group. We’ve yet to see your respect. If all you have to offer are ‘dimwit’s, then I’m surprised my husband hasn’t had security escort you out. Perhaps next time you’ll bring some sincerity with you,” I stepped up beside Caleb and gave him a little poke.

If this deal really fell through, I had no idea how Henry would demean him.

It wasn’t the time for Caleb to be impulsive, not when he needed to cement his authority in the

company.

Caleb’s gaze on Dexter was icy, but when he looked up at me, his eyes instantly softened with an almost puppy–like plea. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Did he have dual personalities? He’s really good at switching them.

I coughed lightly, feeling a bit unsettled, “Mr. Fitzgerald, with Brendan ill, Caleb is the sole heir to the Langley Group. So we can talk business when you’re ready to show some respect.”

This was the first time I’d stood up to Dexter so boldly.

In the past days when I was under the roof, even when Dexter pushed me too far, ver thought to rebel for being afraid of upsetting Hailey.

But now, I wasn’t the same Phoebe, and those concerns were no longer relevant.

“You want to help Caleb secure his position in the Langley Group, and you can’t afford to lose. the partnership with the Fitzgerald Group.” Dexter said, standing and fixing his gaze on me. He seemed to be well aware of the Langleys‘ current predicament. “So… now you need me.”

Same old Dexter, I thought. He never corrected his fondness for making threats.

“This project isn’t exclusive to the Fitzgerald Group,” Caleb said, rising and pulling me into his embrace. “It’s not quite clear who needs whom just yet.

His voice was hoarse from being smoked. It was not unpleasant, but instead strangely intimidating.

Dexter stared at Caleb with a steely expression, his gaze lingering on the hand holding me. “Fine, we’ll see who needs whom.” He wondered how a ‘dimwit‘ like Caleb, even if he wasn’t one, could compete against the vultures of the Langley Group.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, this way, please,” said Eric, opening the door to show Dexter out.

Dexter, accompanied by his assistant, walked to the door and glanced back at me.

“Look into Foebe Larson: I want a full dossier,” he said to his assistant.

Once I was sure Dexter had left, I exhaled and turned to Caleb, “Why did you refuse the partnership with the Fitzgerald Group?”

Caleb just huffed and ignored my question.

I was confused. Had I done something to upset him?