Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

The man was weakened to begin with. That stab was enough to kill him instantly.

Some of the blood stained the soles of Olivia's shoes.

She had killed some people over the years too. But she had a bottom line. She only killed people who deserved to die.

Judging from these people's attire, they were just citizens who loved their own country. The man's expression looked a lot like Mona's before he died. Both of them were innocent people who died because of her.

No matter how much time passed, she still couldn't get used to a situation like this.

Olivia touched her own face subconsciously. For a moment, it was like she could feel the warmth and sensation of Mona's blood on her face.

Wayne was pleased by her shocked expression. He slowly walked next to the dead man, crouched down, and pulled that dagger out of his chest.

He twirled the dagger in his hand. He was about to stick the dagger into another person's chest.

Olivia grabbed his hand. "Don't do it!"

The dagger in his raised hand still had the blood of the dead man on it. It flowed from the blade and dripped onto Olivia's face.

Wayne asked in a whisper, like the murmurs of the

her eyes and took a

his hands. Alan called some people over to drag the frightened refugees and

the floor, Olivia would've thought it was all

his file. But the words weren't as convincing as what she saw in

off his blade. Then, he went back

"Let's begin."

a silver needle and

to me, the entire city will die

What a cruel man!

but

stuck some needles all over his

was eerily quiet. There was only one thought in her mind—she had to find that ring and

bathroom, could it be in

the opportunity to search the room, it would

she removed the last needle, Wayne closed his eyes. His breathing was steady. It

very paranoid person. It was highly possible that he was pretending to be asleep to catch her off guard,