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...

residence, I couldn't shake the feeling that Angel was acting strangely. Wasn't she under

what was the significance of her telling me that the cherry tree on Quemerley Street had

close to you is plotting against

Steven. "He is a psycho and was purposefully kidnapped to catch the

making that statement, he pointed at me and himself. "We were the only two fools, and we were both knocked unconscious by

glanced at Joel 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 intentionally caught. I was the only

"Please! Help!"

the eerily clean

people frantically banged on the door and called for help. Their voices were becoming faint. Clearly, many people were

panicking like this, their physical strength and sugar levels would deplete rapidly. Before long, they could become hypoglycemic, fall into a coma, or even

demise.

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

tugging at the corner of his clothes. He reached behind his back and motioned for

reached out and intertwined my fingers with his. At that moment, the warmth of his hand slowly soothed my

asked

corridor is