Revenge After Death

"Mikey," Yasmin took the initiative to call out Michael's name, and she called him Mikey.

I felt a sense of revulsion. Would I have referred to Michael like that in the past? I wasn't sure if the "Stephanie" portrayed by Yasmin resembled her.

"It's astonishing how someone as foolish as Michael can come out so quickly. She really thinks she's good at pretending." I whispered in a low voice, peeking out from behind Steven and gripping his arm tightly. I was feeling a bit frightened.

Where was this place?

Michael glanced over in my direction, his gaze locking onto me. A subtle furrow appeared on his brow, yet he remained silent. His gaze towards me was frigid and unfamiliar.

It was clear that Michael strongly believed that Yasmin was Stephanie. He thought I was merely pretending to be Stephanie, plotting to kill him.

Joel cursed softly, "How many people has this lunatic captured? How on earth did this psycho manage to catch all of us?"

Yasmin shot me a hostile glance, her voice dripping with intensity. "The nanny of the Ford family was helping the murderer. She has been cunningly embedded within the Ford household for years, elusive and virtually undetectable."

Michael was clearly upset, and it was obvious that he had also been drugged by the nanny, Angel.

I hid behind Steven and took a deep breath. Angel...

couldn't shake the feeling that Angel was acting strangely. Wasn't she under Peter and Yasmin? Could she possibly be working as a double

was the significance of her telling me that the cherry tree

close to you is

pointed at Steven. "He is a psycho and was purposefully kidnapped to

"We were

and didn't expose him. In fact, when Joel was arrested, it was evident that he didn't resist. It was clear that he was

"Please! Help!"

eerily clean

faint. Clearly, many people were unaware

become hypoglycemic, fall into a coma, or even go into shock. Ultimately, they would

demise.

thud." The corridor's voice-activated sensor lights illuminate and

stood behind Steven in fear, nervously tugging at the corner of his clothes. He reached behind his back and motioned for me

and intertwined my fingers with his. At that moment, the warmth of

the lunatic kidnap?" Michael asked in a low and determined

corridor is