Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 418

Timothy grabbed Xan’s hand first and guided her into the lecture hall, searching for seats. Being in a relationship now, he desired to declare to everyone that he had a girlfriend.

Seated in the front row, Kiara glared at Timothy and Xan with burning jealousy, nearly snapping the pen gripped in her fist.

Eirene entered the hall soon after Timothy and Xan had settled into their seats. Her eyes fixed on the pair, a subtle smile curving her lips.

Unlike the conservatively attired young ladies in the lecture hall, Eirene's provocative attire immediately seized everyone's attention.

Someone exclaimed, “Oh my God, she’s so beautiful!”

Another chimed in, “She’s so hot—just my type!”

The young men in the hall ogled Eirene with thrilled excitement. Yet they remained oblivious that the most alluring things often concealed the deadliest threats.

Eirene bestowed a seductive smile upon her classmates before plopping down directly next to Timothy. She then cast a defiant glance at Xan, seated on his left side.

Xan blinked, appearing displeased by Eirene's choice to sit beside Timothy.

“You’re one lucky guy, Timothy!” All the young men shot envious looks toward Timothy.

Eirene clearly favored handsome men too. As anticipated, good looks granted special perks.

Timothy shot a glance at his classmate, his face draining of color. “I’ll give my luck to you.”

He rose promptly, clasped Xan’s hand, and shifted to new seats.

Eirene arched her eyebrows, propping her chin on her hand while watching Timothy and Xan with a smirk. She felt utterly certain no man could withstand her irresistible allure.

Even after the professor stepped into the lecture hall, Zachary failed to appear. Timothy eyed Xan with evident concern.

Xan’s ears flicked faintly, prompting her to leap up and hurry away. She sensed that Zachary was in trouble.

She attempted to exit via the row’s end, but Eirene blocked the path from the edge, obviously stirring up issues on purpose.

Timothy knitted his brows, urging Xan to depart from the opposite end.

Yet she declined to play Eirene’s game. Beneath the curious stares of all, she seized Eirene’s hair, smashed her onto the desk, and booted her aside.

The desk splintered apart, while the metal-framed chair warped grotesquely from the force of the kick.

Timothy’s temples pounded fiercely. Matching the others, his expression morphed from curiosity to utter shock, his jaw dropping slack.

Eirene dabbed the blood from her lip’s corner. With a grin, she taunted, “What else are you capable of besides having inhumane strength, you trash?”

Xan paid her no heed and strode swiftly out.

Timothy snapped out of his daze moments later and dashed after her. He increasingly suspected Xan had been the one hospitalizing those young women.

With Xan gone, Kiara turned a frowning gaze toward Eirene. She stood, approached, and offered a tissue. “Hey, are you alright?”

Eirene met her eyes and smiled. “It hurts. Can you take me to the infirmary?”

Kiara smiled back. “Sure.”

Though displeased by the arrival of someone prettier and more captivating in their class, Eirene harbored clear animosity toward Xan.

The foe of one’s foe could prove a valuable ally.

By the moment Xan and Timothy burst into the washroom, Zachary lay gravely wounded and senseless.

To bait Ashton, Petros had scrawled “trash” on the washroom partition deliberately with Zachary’s blood.

Xan’s face grew increasingly somber as she lingered in the washroom.

Over the years, she and Ashton enjoyed staunch protection. Safeguards from Sophia, Dexter, and fellow adults had shielded them from such ruthless villains.

However, these siblings Petros and Eirene proved utterly devoid of humanity.

“Zachary!” Timothy bolted to his side to inspect him, then whipped out his phone to call 911.

“Xan!” Spotting her pivot and depart, he paced in frantic worry.

Zachary’s state appeared dire, pinning Timothy in place for now. Still, Xan’s actions filled him with dread.

Medical personnel arrived at last after what felt like ages. Timothy raced back anxiously to the lecture hall seeking Xan, only to find her absent—but Sophia present.

“Mrs. Black, Xan—” Speaking to Sophia always left him jittery.

Sophia’s face was ashen as she fixed Timothy with an icy stare. “Xan isn’t feeling well, so I got my husband to take her home. I’ve already arranged for her to take leave from the university, so she probably won’t be back anytime soon.”

Timothy stood frozen. He yearned to inquire about Xan’s well-being, yet Sophia’s glare proved too intimidating.

Sophia provided no further details. She strode into the lecture hall to collect Xan’s bag and items.

Petros lounged smugly against a chair, while Eirene smirked coldly with chin propped up. Each guarded one end of the seat row, barring Sophia’s path.

Eirene sneered at Sophia like she eyed an obsolete flawed test subject from an earlier era—one now brazenly arrogant.

Sophia advanced to Petros and motioned for him to shift aside.

“Move aside! Don’t go overboard. I haven’t settled the scores with you over Zachary yet!” Timothy surged forward in rage, reaching for Petros.

Sophia intercepted Timothy’s arm. She recognized he’d forfeit it if he struck.

Before Petros could retaliate against Timothy, she clamped his wrist.

Petros scowled, startled that a primitive flawed experiment exhibited such prowess and swiftness.

“You’d better stop it while I’m being nice, kid,” Sophia warned in a hushed tone.

She had come solely to retrieve Xan—not from fear, but to avoid escalating chaos.

Petros targeted Zachary precisely to compel Ashton’s return. None fathomed why Ashton impulsively booked a flight home in silence.

Sophia struggled to grasp bonds among regular folk. Though tied deeply to Joel, Eason, and others, theirs stemmed from shared brushes with death.

Ashton always appeared distant from youth, but now he raced back unhesitatingly for Zachary’s sake—an outcome she never foresaw.

Dexter, however, beamed with approval. He deemed Ashton’s social integration a triumph—now loyal and compassionate.

Sophia failed to comprehend Dexter’s glee, especially with Ashton and Xan squarely in others’ crosshairs.

Petros eyed Sophia, furrowing his brow. He perceived her restraint stemmed purely from reluctance to ignite conflict.

Having hauled him aside, she gathered Xan’s possessions and purposefully veered toward Eirene’s side to exit. Eirene scowled darkly, shooting Petros a look. With Petros silent, she stood firm. “Can’t you walk from the other side, old hag?”

Sophia lifted her brows. Eirene had unmistakably hit a raw nerve.

“You should be looking up to me because I’ve made it up till today. You’ll never be able to live up to my age.” Sophia sneered icily, then yanked Eirene’s hair to bash her head on the desk.

The desk, already fractured by Xan’s prior strike, shattered completely.

More seasoned and composed than Xan, Sophia skipped the kick. Instead, she flung Eirene away by the hair.

The entire hall gaped at Sophia in stunned disbelief. Timothy stood utterly speechless.

True to the mother-daughter pair, their styles mirrored perfectly. Timothy at last understood Xan’s origins.

“Mrs—” Timothy hesitated to call out, terrified of a thrashing.

Silence enveloped the lecture hall. Yet all marveled that Eirene’s nose endured unscathed amid the mayhem.