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.

with just two words,

this was a secret known only to him and

in astonishment, wondering how she

had been leaning against the main door, picked up a stone from the ground and hurled it at Yasmin.

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

enhanced. Do you think this body of mine now is anything of excellence?"

Steven calmly requested, maintaining eye contact

change according to the body, but a reincarnated

was stunned, gaping. If Steven asked me to

recited the numbers,

while, she nonchalantly added, "Was that enough? I can do this all day if

was truly an act, she obviously had come

turned to me and said, "Now,

my mouth, pointing

recite pi? All

I began

be possible that I wasn't the

believe her. I overheard Peter and Mrs. Ford's conversation. They must have