Revenge After Death

Chapter 23

“Is it possible that we’re heading in the wrong direction? Maybe the murderer isn’t a male, but a female? Or maybe it’s Stephanie Carlson?” Lily told Zion her suspicion.

Zion remained silent.

I tried to explain to him, but it was no use. They couldn’t hear me crying or shouting.

I wondered why the murderer was putting my belongings on the victims after he had killed me.

First, it was my bracelet; Now, it was my earring.

What the hell was that lunatic trying to do?

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I followed Zion to the Godrey River. It was a remote area that was some distance away from the abandoned orphanage.

Obviously, the murderer had dumped the body into the river. Then, the body floated downstream and was found in such a desolate place.

I stood by the river and saw that body covered in white cloth. I couldn’t help but cover my eyes in fear.

Yes, even when I was dead, I was still as timid as ever.

“That’s Stephanie’s earring alright. The last body had Stephanie’s bracelet, and this one had her earring. What is the murderer trying to say?” Phil was puzzled.

“Lily might be right. Maybe the murderer is Stephanie Carlson! Even if it isn’t her, she’s definitely part of it.

“She’s now missing, and her friends insist that she’s still alive. So maybe she pretended she was missing, but the fact is, she’s the killer or accomplice!” Phil said angrily.

“I heard that Stephanie Carlson was in love with Michael Ford. They said she would do anything to get married to him.

she intentionally leaves. her belongings on the victims so she could provoke Michael and Yasmin?”

at Zion helplessly and shook my head desperately. “No, it wasn’t me.

remained silent for a while, and then he said, “Get an arrest warrant

wanted

holding onto shattered

who were standing before me. Then, I turned around and left helplessly.

they even standered me and

for their suspletoms when they

not important to me anymore.

the world would believe in me

one believed that i was dead.

believed that Vesmin was the one who got me into

them believed in

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to Hamforth Residence, where I used to stay with Mom and

not be considered wealthy in Huma, but we were a happy middle–class family.

I used to imagine I was the happiest little princess who had a beautiful life with my parents and a wonderful future ahead.

had

go back to how

I wandered on the street in despair, countless cars ran through my soul. But I

even more desperate than I was alive

are you? Please… come back to me.”

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entrance of my old home. A thin figure was squatting at the door and kept making calls.

the streetlight. My body trembled when I saw who it

My childhood

over, even though the phone was

please don’t scare me. Don’t scare

she couldn’t stop repeating, “Stephie, please don’t scare me. Come