Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 415

Kiara clearly hadn't realized the gravity of the matter yet. She stood confidently behind her father and declared, "It’s obviously her daughter who beat up my friends, Dad!"

The parents of the beaten young women spoke with arrogance, "How dare a person from a lowly family without any influence bully our daughters?"

"The police reviewed the surveillance footage nearby. Your daughters were the ones who deliberately stopped Xan and dragged her into the alley. They started the trouble first. As for what happened inside the alley that left them like that, sorry, no video exists," Timothy retorted in anger.

"Even if our daughters lured her to the alley, they’re seriously hurt while she’s perfectly fine, so you must pay us compensation! Don’t think you’ll survive in Huma without handing over millions!" the parents demanded haughtily.

They depended on Kiara’s father, Brock Wembley. The Wembley family had money, true, but they paled in comparison to the Black family.

Dexter stayed quiet, his cold eyes lazily sweeping over Brock.

He might overlook childish squabbles, but outright harassing his daughter was unacceptable.

"Brock Wembley of the Wembley family, president of Wembley Group and Hunter Wembley’s eldest son. Seems like the Wembley heir needs replacing," Dayton stated as he entered with his team of lawyers.

Kiara froze upon spotting him. She recognized him from financial news as Crowdstar Group’s president.

"Mr. Sacco..." Brock’s face shifted the moment he saw Dayton. He rushed forward, inquiring, "What brings you here, Mr. Sacco?"

Dayton gave an indifferent look to him and the other students’ parents. They were equally shocked. Crowdstar Group dominated as the richest entity in the Othard region, unmatched by anyone. Everyone’s fortunes connected to it somehow, Wembley Group especially. "Meet Dexter Black, Crowdstar Group’s founder, chairman, and CEO," Dayton revealed steadily.

Though president of Crowdstar Group, Dayton still answered to Dexter ultimately.

Dayton’s announcement left everyone dumbfounded. The hospital room plunged into dead silence, even the complaining girls in beds fell quiet. They were stunned to discover Crowdstar’s enigmatic founder was Xan’s dad.

Xan peeked from behind Timothy, appearing weak and vulnerable. With red-rimmed eyes, she whispered softly, "They’re the ones bullying me, Dad."

Dexter fixed Brock with a icy stare and questioned, "Is the Wembley family seeking its own destruction?"

Sweat drenched Brock’s brow, his voice quivering. "T-That’s not it, Mr. Black. No... I mean... It’s all a big mix-up. My daughter has nothing to do with this. Pure misunderstanding. I’m only here for my girl to check on her classmates. We’re not involved."

Kiara balled her fists in anxiety as Brock shot her a fierce look.

She couldn’t accept that Xan was the daughter of Crowdstar Group’s CEO. It seemed impossible for Xan to have such fortune. How could her dad look so youthful?

The other girls grew frantic seeing Kiara stay mute. "Kiara, w-we did this for you..."

"I-It wasn’t right for you to do that to a classmate," Kiara replied tensely. "It wasn’t my plan, and I even tried stopping you, but you pushed ahead. How is this on me—" Their squabble erupted openly.

Timothy sighed inwardly, viewing them as overly scheming.

He knew the Black family’s power wasn’t ordinary, since even Damien feared Xan’s mother, Sophia. Yet he never imagined Dexter as Crowdstar Group’s CEO.

Suddenly, he felt he needed to strive more to deserve Xan.

"Uh... Since they’re classmates, please have mercy and let our families off," The other parents pleaded nervously, eyes darting to Dexter. "Just a misunderstanding. We had no idea who you were."

"Weren’t you threatening to ruin our family in Huma?" Sophia scoffed. "It’s a misunderstanding!" they rushed to say. "Our girls are wrong. They’re young, we’ll discipline them. They’re hurt because of their own actions too."

Dexter turned to Xan and inquired, "Xan, how do you wish to handle this? Expel them or banish them from Huma?"

His tone was even, but his words chilled everyone to the bone.

One parent began, "We apologize, Mr. Black. We’ll make it up to you."

"Please forgive us just this once!" The other parents begged desperately, heads bowed low.

Brock cast a urgent glare at Kiara, signaling her to beg too.

"I’m sorry, Xan. Could you plead with your dad for us? We’re just kids. Don’t hold grudges this time, alright?" Kiara said tearfully. She glanced at Timothy. "Can you speak to Mr. Black for us?"

Timothy scowled, wishing to vanish. He was barely avoiding trouble, now Kiara pulled him in.

Sure enough, Sophia’s piercing gaze locked onto him.

She sneered coldly, "What a playboy you are."

She now pegged him as an even worse rogue.

Timothy nearly coughed. Unsure how to prove he wasn’t like Damien, he started, "Mrs. Black, I-"

"I don’t care to hear it," Sophia cut him off, facing Xan instead. Her focus was solely on her daughter’s view.

Xan pondered while eyeing the girls in hospital beds.

Ashton had advised not pushing enemies too hard, or they’d retaliate fiercely.

Still, she believed in eliminating threats fully to avoid future woes. Trouble was something she despised handling.

"Can I bury them?" Xan asked earnestly, staring intently at the bedridden girls.

Her mind raced with disposal methods leaving no evidence for police: chemicals to dissolve, incineration, wild beasts to devour, or bone-crushing.

Timothy quickly clamped Xan’s mouth shut before more spilled out. He gave an embarrassed glance to Sophia and Dexter, "She’s kidding, Mr. and Mrs. Black. Just a joke."

He dreaded them seeing him as a poor influence.

Yet Sophia genuinely weighed Xan’s idea.

Chemicals wouldn’t do—registrations made them traceable. Burning required crematoriums and high heat, though achievable easily.

For Sophia and Xan, vanishing a body tracelessly was simple.

While they mulled it over, the girls in beds trembled violently. The timid ones sobbed outright.

Finger-pointing chaos ensued, each blaming others, sparking total infighting.

Xan grinned watching their bickering. They amused her suddenly; she wanted to toy with them longer.

"Let’s forgive them this time, Mom. We can bury them next round," she murmured gently.

No fun left if killed now. Timothy wouldn’t see her as frail victim needing protection, hindering closeness.

Thus, every archetype served society’s weave: virtuous, villainous, cruel, murderous, thieving—all vital threads.

Each human type wove into society’s essential tapestry.