Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 489

"Ding."

The lab's door swooshed open, and an assistant dressed in a hazmat suit, pushing a cart, made his way inside. On the cart was a huge teddy bear and some fruits and snacks, all stamped with a quarantine seal.

"These are from your sponsor, all cleared through quarantine," the assistant spoke gravely, sliding the items through the disinfection portal towards me.

Stuffing the bulky teddy through was a bit of a hassle.

I caught sight of the teddy bear and was momentarily stunned, then quickly hugged it tight. It was soft and smelled like sunshine. There was a tag on the teddy bear with Coly's logo.

It had to be Colin!

A wave of excitement hit me, and I glanced towards the camera.

No wonder the CEO of All-Stars Consortium suddenly decided to sponsor me, even spending a fortune... It was Colin who had struck a deal with the CEO of All-Stars Consortium.

Had he used shares of the Langley Group to finally secure a meeting with the CEO of All-Stars Consortium?

I was happy for Colin and also relieved.

Colin would never leave me behind... Never.

Clutching the teddy bear, I sat on the floor to enjoy the fruits.

I guess none of the other subjects had ever been treated like this; they all looked on enviously.

I bit into an apple, and it was sweet.

Looking up at the surveillance camera, I pondered for a long while, tapping my knee lightly.

Was I asking if that was Colin?

Was Colin meeting with the CEO of All-Stars Consortium now?

The camera moved, nodding up and down.

I felt a surge of happiness but couldn't show too much emotion, so I just looked down and ate another apple.

It really was Colin! Naomi was lying all along; Colin wouldn't sleep with someone else...

But even with this reassurance, I still felt uneasy.

"Damn it!" I kicked the door hard, furiously glaring at the surveillance camera outside. They were watching but didn't care at all.

My uncontrollable banging left bloody marks on the door.

Perhaps sensing my rage, other subjects began to pound on their doors as well.

"Boom!" Gradually, the male subjects' actions became more and more aggressive.

I jumped at the loud noise, turning to see three male subjects.

They were pounding on the doors, communicating without words yet understanding each other perfectly, a testament to being raised in labs without social interactions.

No, the organization didn't see us as human beings.

The pounding grew louder, their strength seemingly immense, causing the transparent doors to wobble.

Finally, the lab door opened, and staff accompanied by mercenaries entered, as if this was routine for them.

"Save her! Please, she's in labor!" I begged, pounding on the door, urging the staff to help Subject 57, but they seemed deaf to my pleas, merely glancing at Subject 57 before turning their attention to the male subjects.