Revenge After Death

Chapter 333

Michael scoffed, seemingly mocking Steven. He believed that Steven would be wrong and that he was being prideful. Michael stubbornly believed in Yasmin.

At that moment, Michael seemed pitiful. He was blinded by a one–time life–saving grace.

“Stephie…”

When the police left to investigate, both Michael and Steven tried to talk to me.

I frowned and stared warily at the two men.

One was the ex–lover whom I had completely forgotten after suffering from amnesia. Meanwhile, the other was the man that I once stupidly loved after my amnesia.

But the both of them… felt like strangers to me.

Michael seemed to be regretful, but the attitude he had toward Yasmin was ridiculous and ironic. I could see through him.

And it was even more so for Steven. He was a genius. He could locate the missing Yasmin by just looking through the surveillance footage.

It was impossible for him to not have found clues to the serial murder cases, unless the culprit behind the serial murder cases was more intelligent than Steven or a prodigy like him.

Back in the days of the advanced class, there were only two top prodigies who scored full marks. They were Steven and Simeon. If Simeon was alive…

could score full marks. Steven and Simeon made

never voluntarily expose herself to danger. She won’t be in the demolition

voice and whispered to me, “Unless Steven planned the entire thing. He… got somebody to kidnap Yasmin and hypocritically

I noticed his hostility

your own business, Mr. Ford,” I said, backing

and gazed at me, wondering why I did not trust him.

murder cases? He arranged for the killers. He’s trying

upset, I frowned. Michael was getting noisy.

words reminded me of one thing. If Steven was the mastermind… nobody would discover the

else executed it–just like how it was illustrated on the wall of evidence in

One pointed to the planner, one

have been hesitant to reveal

Steven was responsible for my death yet treated me kindly after recognizing me and behaved

be horrifying… and crazy.

and softly called

at him

at fault, Steven’s head hung

of a bet. Michael once made me a wager in a bet with

who ended up winning,

“Found them!”

long silence, Phil rushed in to tell us the