Revenge After Death

Chapter 288

Steven was still the person that I’m the most worried about now.

“Bring it for a DNA test and then compare it with Stephanie Carlson’s DNA,” I could vaguely hear Eason say from where I sat inside the car, as he handed the handkerchief that had been used to wipe my face to another officer.

He suspected that I wasn’t Stephany Larson but was Stephanie Carlson. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to have thought of soul reincamation as a possibility. This body of mine was indeed Stephany Larson’s.

“That’s impossible. Stephanie Carlson has been cod dead. Her body was found in the glass cabinet, shocking the entire Huma,” the officer said, bewildered.

“I suspect that a switcheroo has happened,” Eason said with a cold chuckle. “Go investigate it. You

shouldn’t underestimate that lunatic.”

He then got into the car and sat beside me. I eyed him and remained silent.

“I heard that that lunatic was forcibly sent to the asylum by the police. That’s a good place for lunatics to be in,” Eason said, seemingly chatty.

I clenched my fists and said, “Where should you go then, Mr. Grant? To the beauty salon? You’re quite conceited after all. If you were to be disfigured after getting hit by someone else again, wouldn’t you jump off the building right away?”

hearing my remarks. He chuckled slightly before

similar to Stephanie Carlson, As expected, only lunatics would be attracted

we’re of the same kind, unlike you. You’re not quite

have a sharp tongue, don’t you?” Eason

was still negotiating with the officer outside the car. He said, “She was just defending herself. Even though she went a little overboard,

up for me

complex expression. It was as if I was inherently a troublesome person. He had a sympathizing and worried expression on, as if he was trying to figure out

worry, Stephie, I’ll bring you out!” Michael was still trying to comfort me.

worry about your savior instead. Don’t let her get killed by the

gesture.

the spot as he watched me being taken away. Yasmin hugged his arm out of fear as she said, “She’s so scary, Michael!”

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the longer two people are together, the more they resemble each other,” Eason said as he looked at

more. Even thought Eason has a sharp tongue, at least

laughing. “What’s there to talk about Mr. and Mrs. Crazies

great enthusiasm, “Steven was indifferent since young. I was his deskmate back in school, he ignored me whenever I asked him about homework!”