Revenge After Death

Chapter 115

I was leaning back in the chair, just casually watching Michael as if I were engrossed in some TV show.

I mean, hadn’t he always believed Yasmin and not trusted me? Now, the evidence was right there in his face. I really wanted to see if he could come up with any more excuses.

Once the recording was over, everyone’s expressions darkened.

Zion leaned back in his chair. He was constantly fidgeting with a lighter even though smoking wasn’t permitted in the interview room.

“This involves someone’s life,” Zion uttered in a low, deep voice.

Michael remained silent throughout. His face showed no emotion, but the atmosphere slowly became

more tense.

I could tell he was pissed off, and I meant utterly pissed.

“Michael, you and Yasmin are the ones responsible for her death. You’re both murderers.” Rachel’s voice sounded exhausted, as if she couldn’t muster the strength to argue anymore.

Michael’s demeanor remained subdued as he stared at Zion coldly. “So, what’s the point of bringing this lunatic here? Isn’t he the one who committed the murder?”

Michael turned his accusation toward Steven.

laugh, yet

up abruptly, locking eyes with

murderer may not necessarily be him,” Zion said in a deep voice, evidently

to some extent.

remained seated

focus on Michael’s mood, I hadn’t noticed Steven beside me. His demeanor had turned intense. He

Punch after punch landed on Michael’s face. It was as if he

for a while before rushing over quickly to

going to kill him!” Steven turned to me. Michael’s blood

my grip on Steven. “Even if you kill him… can Stephanie

the wall, laughing maniacally… He made no attempt to

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like he had completely lost his mind. He genuinely appeared insane. Sure, Steven might be labeled a lunatic, but Michael appeared even more

Come on, do it!” Michael taunted Steven.

like he deserved a good beating.

heavily, threw

indifference. As he checked

have stopped it from the beginning, but he didn’t. Beyond rules, there was still a sense

Michael deserved to be

if a couple of punches might jolt him back to reality and make

1. me.