Revenge After Death

Chapter 52

Who did that familiar yet foreign voice belong to? After that car accident when I was 18 years old, who did I remember?

I had this feeling that I had forgotten someone very important, but why couldn’t I remember?

“Stephie…”

Steve held his throat in pain. He gave me a heated stare before searching the room in a frenzy again.

Finally, under the towel, he found a bracelet.

I stared at the bracelet in surprise. It was the bracelet that I gave to the thief and also the bracelet that the murderer put on his victim’s body….

But the police had already found the victim. The bracelet should be with the police.

Could it be that it was just the same design?

Or could it be… that the one on the corpse’s wrist was fake?

As Steve held the bracelet, the rage faded from his body. Instead, he found a corner to curl up in, like a wounded animal licking its injuries.

I took a few deep breaths to force myself to calm down.

Last night, while I was unconscious, some memories that didn’t belong to me had entered my mind. They seemed to belong to the actual owner of the body. I wasn’t able to fully process them just now. Now that I was calm, I finally understood.

The original owner’s name was Stephany Larson. She was the daughter of Charles Larson, the chairman of the Larson Group. She had been sold to the Lincoln family as though she was an object to become a babymaker.

the clear purpose of becoming a babymaker. Afterward, James Lincoln–the

much for her. After she was tossed

mistake or some coincidence, I was

tried to communicate with him. I knew that if I wanted to find out

well as my parents‘ deaths, I had to

had to disguise myself and get a hold of the prime suspect,

insane or not.

at me. Those dark eyes looked as

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dangerously beautiful.

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hiding in the corner while stark naked… He looked like a masterpiece

this person was most likely a perverted murderer, I would’ve been bewitched by his

were long and muscular. Probably because he was of mixed heritage, he had paler skin than the average person here. The brutal scars on his calves

her.” His long eyelashes fluttered. That sort of broken beauty would easily make someone want to

he repeated, looking out the window.

a derisive look flashed in my eyes. Was he regretting killing me? Were murderers able to feel regret?

do in order to leave?” I said carefully,

since I woke up, I suddenly grew dizzy. I

down.

since I was young, I always had this problem. Whenever I was anxious, nervous, or scared, I would show

into someone else’s body. But to my

suddenly shifted his

heated.