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…

after that, no other students in the advanced class could

Michael stepped forward. “Yasmin would never voluntarily expose herself to danger. She won’t be in the demolition

planned the entire thing. He… got

Michael. I noticed his hostility

Mr. Ford,” I said,

frowned and gazed at me, wondering why I

how he might be the mastermind behind the serial murder cases? He arranged for the killers. He’s trying to kill you by taking advantage of the

frowned. Michael

thing. If Steven was the mastermind… nobody would

everything, and someone else executed it–just like how it was illustrated on the wall of evidence

were two question marks. One pointed to the planner, one

wondered if Steven could have

my death yet treated me kindly after recognizing

would be horrifying… and crazy.

stood near me and softly

him before looking away.

that he was at fault, Steven’s head hung low.

hated it when people made me the wager of a bet. Michael once made me a wager in a bet with his friends, and Steven did the same this

matter who ended up winning, I felt

“Found them!”

silence, Phil rushed in to tell