Revenge After Death

Chapter 83

“You’ve seen how much Michael protects Yasmin too…” I laughed sarcastically. Getting Michael to give up Yasmin? How could that ever happen?

“Michael went to find Jack. I heard Jack went into hiding out of fear, so Michael probably doesn’t distrust our video, he just went to find Jack afterward and couldn’t locate him,” Rachel spoke again, her voice heavy. “I know where Jack is hiding, I need you to send Michael the location as he’s blocked me and doesn’t trust me.”

I was somewhat surprised. Michael had already started investigating? Was he starting to suspect Yasmin? Huh…

“I’ll contact him.” I remembered Michael had given me his business card, although I had thrown it away, I still remembered his phone number.

“We’ll meet at the intersection of Macalister Road and Rundle Street.” Rachel hung up after speaking, sounding very urgent.

I checked the news on my phone, and sure enough, the news of the serial killer striking again had shot up in the trending topics.

Who was the person who killed me? Was Steven involved after all?

I subconsciously looked over at Steven, who was still lying unconscious on the bed. When I first woke up and saw him, I felt fear and anxiety. After all, waking up to find a murderer right in front was scary. But as I got to know him better, I started to hesitate, to waver. I even began to doubt.

Was he really the murderer?

But if he wasn’t the murderer, why would he turn himself in? If he wasn’t the murderer, why did he appear at the orphanage after I was kidnapped?

and there was definitely

murderer.

couldn’t believe he

Steve to you

leave I’m going out to buy

nodded. “Okay. If you need anything, please

nodded and had the driver take me to Pavilion

had arranged to meet

called Michael on the way.

this?” Michael’s voice was

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you’ve been looking for Jack lately?”

you?” He sounded displeased, and I could tell he

still knew him

at Pacific Court on Macalister Road. You should know where he’s hiding, right?” I

you are.” He was more focused on knowing who I was.

out when you get here. You have thirty minutes. If you don’t come,

I hung up the phone, ignoring any

just a possession he labeled, my murder without