Revenge After Death

Chapter 152

“Steven Lincoln!” Michael angrily exclaimed as he balled his hands into fists, prepared to

attack Steven.

“Hurry up! We’re running out of time!” Phil anxiously cried.

The rope

would snap at any moment.

However, Steven still looked at Michael, resolute.

Finally, Michael gritted his teeth and nodded. “Alright, Steven. You better not regret this.

Just because Michael was taking this jab at his pride now didn’t mean that he wouldn’t get revenge on Steven for it in the future. He was bound to make Steven regret his decision.

Honestly, I was somewhat worried.

This brief moment of glee… It would surely cause Steven a lot of trouble, wouldn’t it?

But I couldn’t care about that right now. We would deal with whatever happens in the future when it happens.

In the end, Michael got on his knees before me with anger boiling in his eyes. It was clear how much he didn’t want to do this.

Huh…

slightly tense, and I couldn’t tell what emotion I was feeling right

of me. I wanted him to beg for

someone like him kneeling because

“Steve!” Phil cried.

small notch of rope left

Immediately, Steven let

of me and

right before the rope snapped, he grabbed one of the ropes among the tangled mess of

why Steven had grabbed onto that rope in particular. But when the rope above snapped and Yasmin’s body slightly fell, she

flatly at Yasmin before purposely loosening his grip. And just like a wooden puppet,

a

was torturing Yasmin.

as Yasmin suffered and slowly suffocated, unable to even plea for mercy.

But it was a

silently

going over to

replied without budging, “Yasmin will hold out until the

to suffer the pain

Phil trusted Steven’s sense of time. If he said Yasmin wouldn’t die, then she wouldn’t die. But she couldn’t escape her suffering

up and was coldly gazing at Steven and

he wouldn’t let us off