Revenge After Death

Chapter 163

My expression grew uglier by the second.

I looked up at Michael and said, “Stop it!”

I was afraid that Stephany really was connected to the killer in some way and that she’d been using these children for that purpose.

Right now, I was Stephany Larson. So, it would be hard for me to discharge myself if Stephany was found to be an accessory to the murders.

“Now will you be good and get in the car?” Michael threatened.

I ground my teeth and got in. I wanted to know why he was threatening me in the first place.

you want?” I firmly looked at him.

“What do you

“I’m the only person who can help you, not that lunatic, Steven Lincoln.” Michael looked coldly and proudly at me. “I want you to divorce him.”

I clenched my hands together. “Why are you so insistent on my divorcing Steve, Mr. Ford? I’m pregnant with his child, you know?”

I purposely mentioned my pregnancy in order to make Michael stop targeting me. But that only made him sink more into his madness.

Michael gazed feverishly at my stomach. “Stephie… was pregnant too.”

him to

family no longer has any heirs–Mr. Ignatius had a stroke and James will never reawaken. Who cares about the baby in your belly?” Michael sneered and clasped my chin. “You should feel lucky for having a

wanted to keep me by his side as

don’t look like Yasmin at all. Plus, she’s not dead yet.” I intentionally. provoked

icy. “That’s not something you should speculate

that Michael was just as overconfident as usual.

when my

Chanter 163

Ford?” I asked..

along with him. Oh, how I wanted to see something other than pride and coldness on Michael’s face. Michael ground his teeth together. “I’d advise

clearly uncovered some

me?” I met his

closer to him. “You could say that.”

after I divorce Steven? Protect me with your resources? If I’m truly a murderer, you’ll be

about that.” Michael reminded me to not stray from the topic,

drafted an

divorce Steven.

in the same boat now, aren’t we? “I

knitted together, displeased.

you know how important a president’s reputation is to their company, right,

Ford?” I asked.

the driver had stopped nearby the Lincoln residence, and I

phone at Michael. “I’ve already recorded the conversation we had. earlier about harboring me, so if