Revenge After Death

Chapter 285

Michael seemed to desperately want me to believe in him.

“Michael” Yasmin called out, as if she couldn’t bear to be separated from him for a single second.

Michael frowned and remained standing, as Yasmin walked over to hug his arm. He did not push her

away, but looked at me worriedly, as if afraid that I might be jealous.

“Wait for me in the car,” Michael told Yasmin. She hesitated.

“There are reporters out there. The police have brought Steven away, you’ll be fine,” he continued in a low

voice.

Yasmin gritted her teeth and glared at me begrudgingly. She then reluctantly left.

“Stephie-” Michael started to say, as if wanting to explain to me.

“You’re such a gentleman, Mr. Ford,” I remarked sarcastically.

Michael said, “She had once saved me after all, Stephie. I promised that I would keep her safe. The killer already had their eyes on her, and the police cannot provide round–the–clock protection for her. I‘

so that yo

he said, “I’m only doing this to find

laugh. How blind had

you

possible for one to confuse gratitude and

expression turned embarrassed as he said, “Stephie, I’m

tell you the truth. Stephanie Carlson is already dead. The person standing before you hows

his eyes became red.

nothing came out.

he lowered his head and laughed bitterly,

After seeing how Ignatius‘ body and Steven were taken away by the police, the relatives of the Lincoln family all

ask me for an explanation. He said, “Stephany, you

something happened to James. Then, Ignatius is now dead, Look what you’ve brought upon this

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Ignatius can’t even rest in peace now. You’d surely be the end of the Lincoln family!”

us an explanation on whether Mr. Lincoln Senior had died of natural causes or was murdered,” I said

then stepped back alertly. These people were in cahoots with Martin. If they were to accidentally hurt me and my baby, they would only be considered

push me. Michael frowned before reaching out to stop him by the wrist. He

Michael still. “You’ve got some

landed on Michael’s wrist, there was an ugly scar that stood out prominently. It looked like it was from cutting his own

hand in a hurry when he saw that I was looking at his wrist. He hid his hand behind his back and said, “It’s