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.

replying with just two words,

was a secret known only

Yasmin in astonishment, wondering how

stone from the ground and hurled it at Yasmin.

it were her, she'd have caught that stone

genetically enhanced. Do you think this

calmly requested,

but a reincarnated soul wouldn't

stunned, gaping. If Steven asked me to recite

recited the

nonchalantly added, "Was that enough?

this was truly an act, she obviously had come

me and

opened my mouth, pointing at

was I supposed to recite

by Steven's skepticism, I began to question

I wasn't the person I thought I

her. I overheard Peter and Mrs. Ford's conversation. They must have found a way to help Yasmin impersonate me. I—" I explained