Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 

“Mr. Fitzgerald, you seem to have quite an interest in me,” I said with a smirk, attempting to sidestep him and leave. 

But Dexter suddenly grasped my wrist, his gaze intense and scrutinizing. “Why… do you look so much like her?” he murmured as if talking to himself. 

I didn’t want Dexter to recognize me; that would spoil the fun. 

“What do you mean by this, Mr. Fitzgerald? I’m Brendan’s granddaughter–in–law. It’s not quite proper for you to be grabbing at me like this. People might think you’ve taken a fancy to me,” I said, raising my voice just enough to potentially set Dexter against the Langleys. 

Dexter’s brow furrowed, and he released my wrist. “Sorry, my mistake,” he said. 

I chuckled coldly and walked away. 

“You do look a lot like Phoebe,” Melody suddenly said, blocking my path at the top of the stairs. 

I glanced around with a smile. “Is that so? Are you scared?* 

“A fake will always be just that–a fake, Foebe,” she threatened. 

“Then, what’s there for you to fear?” I retorted. “Afraid that Dexter loves not you but Phoebe?” 

Melody’s face paled, her eyes darting away. “Even if he loved Phoebe, what does it matter? Phoebe’s dead!” 

“Melody, aren’t you afraid of karma?” I asked gravely. 

“Don’t think that just because you married the Langley fool, you can become a queen. What’s the Larson family in all this? You’re nothing but a lookalike–that’s the only reason that idiot married you,” Melody sneered at me. “And he’s not just any fool–he’s a madman, a lunatic! When he loses it, he could kill someone. I don’t see you having a happy ending with him.” 

“Slap!” My hand connected with Melody’s cheek, a slap that she had owed me from long ago. 

She covered her face, shocked that I dared to hit her. 

“Slap!” I struck her again. “I slapped you because you’re the lowest of the low.” 

The sound of my slapping Melody drew everyone’s attention. 

I looked indifferently at Melody and then at Dexter, whose expression was also one of discomfort. 

Melody, still in shock, turned to Dexter for support, playing the fragile victim. “Dexter… I don’t know what I did to upset Miss Foebe; she just started hitting me. I’m your date tonight…” 

Melody was escalating the situation. The Langleys wouldn’t let the Fitzgeralds get away with this. 

The crowd was abuzz. “Wow, the Langley family’s eldest granddaughter–in–law is merce resorting to violence? 

heard the Larson Group is almost bankrupt, and she married into the Langleys for their ecy? So audacious?”