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

of my slap still starkly apparent on his

“Just listen to whatever Ewan says, and don’t be stubborn or

and left

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Steven’s sudden change of

a different demeanor with me compared to when he was with other people. Even the

the door, even

phone buzzed.

an unknown

the

it’s me,

surprised that Yasmin had called

hatred as she said, “Are you with Michael? You shameless woman! Do you think you can steal him from me by pretending to be Stephanie

him to pick up!” Yasmin shouted hysterically, demanding to see

me to ask for Michael?

had never seen Yasmin in such an uncertain and insecure

her right!

she would brim with confidence, convinced that Michael would always love her and only

had a formidable opponent, and this

got a taste of

a panic, almost as if she

1. me.

chuckled and mimicked the tone that she once used with me, “Oh, Michael? He’s in the shower at the

the time when I fainted from severe abdominal pain and heavy bleeding. and

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