Revenge After Death

Chapter 167

Suddenly, I grew curious about Steven and the history we had between us.

While I was certain that Steven knew Stephanie Carlson, I had no memory of him myself. In fact, not only had I forgotten about him, but I also couldn’t recall anything related to the orphanage.

When did I start losing my memory? And when did I ask Steven to wait for me at the orphanage?

Did I have something to do with… whatever Steven had gone through?

There were so many questions waiting to be answered.

Meanwhile, trouble was brewing within the Lincoln Group.

Since both Ignatius and James were unavailable, Steven was the only rightful person to manage the Lincolns‘ affairs.

However, Martin and his associates wouldn’t easily allow Steven to take over the

company.

Hence, Martin had deliberately spread rumors within the company that Steven was mentally ill and rallied all the executives and directors to oppose Steven together, intending to force him to relinquish management control.

“Mr. Lincoln, there’s an urgent matter at the company that requires your attention. I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me,” Ewan stated as he knocked on the door.

Steven reluctantly lifted his head and looked at me. “Stephie… They’re annoying,” he said impatiently, as if he wished for all those people to disappear for good.

“Do you want me to go accompany him.

with you?” I tried to get up and put on my clothes so I could

marks of my slap still starkly apparent on his fair complexion. “Stephie, wait at home.”

“Just listen to whatever Ewan

and left

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sudden change of expression wasn’t merely my

different demeanor with me compared to when he was with

the door, even his silhouette seemed

my phone buzzed.

was from an unknown

answered the call.

it’s me, Yasmin.”

surprised that Yasmin had called me.

she said, “Are you with Michael? You shameless woman! Do you think you can steal him from me

calls! Tell him to pick up!” Yasmin shouted hysterically, demanding to see Michael.

me to ask for Michael? Are you nuts?” I sneered.

such

served her right!

used to taunt me, she would brim with confidence, convinced that Michael would

had a formidable opponent, and this meant that she couldn’t be as domineering as before.

got a taste of what I had endured!

in a panic, almost as if

1. me.

with me, “Oh, Michael? He’s in the shower at

the time when I fainted from severe abdominal pain and

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