Revenge After Death

Steven furrowed his brows. Yasmin's current behavior was eerily reminiscent of Stephanie Carlson's demeanor before she lost her memory.

"Peter Jones created a 'Stephanie Carlson', knowing you'd fall for it," Yasmin said indifferently, then glanced at the time. "Steven, I'm running out of time."

Steven warily stared at Yasmin and responded in a low tone, "Your acting isn't very convincing."

"I never claimed to be anyone." Yasmin sneered, gazing at Steven. "Are you afraid? Afraid that I might be the real Stephanie Carlson, knowing that everything you've said to her is just a lie?" Steven clenched his fists tightly.

Yasmin spoke solemnly as she approached Steven, "Steven, you and I are born to be monsters with souls of demons. We lack emotions, destined to be free from emotional attachments. "The emotions and love we experienced in the past were nothing but facades and imitations of ordinary people's lives. You wouldn't... actually believe it, would you?"

She then cast a sharp gaze at me and added, "Honestly, I dislike this body immensely. But what I detest even more... is being impersonated."

My heart skipped a beat. I never knew Yasmin was so talented in acting. She seemed like an entirely different person.

"Don't forget our plan," Yasmin reminded Steven.

"What plan? Remind me," Steven casually gazed at Yasmin, raising his hand to shield me, preventing me from making eye contact with her.

I hid behind him, feeling inexplicably nervous.

chuckled, replying with just two words,

stiffened. Perhaps this was a secret

wondering how she had discovered

a stone from the ground and hurled it at Yasmin. She noticed it but failed to

chuckled and remarked, "If it were her, she'd have caught that stone in her

was genetically enhanced. Do you think this body

pi." Steven calmly requested,

to the body, but a reincarnated soul wouldn't forget what it was

asked me to recite pi, I

recited the numbers, her expression

nonchalantly added, "Was that enough? I

this was truly an act, she obviously had come

me and said, "Now,

mouth,

was I supposed to recite pi? All I knew

skepticism, I began to

wasn't the person I

Ford's conversation. They must have found a way to help Yasmin impersonate me. I—" I