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...

the feeling that Angel was acting strangely. Wasn't

were a double agent, what was the significance of her telling me that the cherry tree

close to you is plotting against you." Joel

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

were the only two fools, and we were both

was arrested, it was evident that he didn't resist. It was

"Please! Help!"

the eerily

help. Their voices were becoming faint. Clearly, many people were unaware that infused nutrient solutions could also

become hypoglycemic, fall into a coma, or even go into shock. Ultimately, they would succumb to starvation, dehydration, and various

demise.

thud." The corridor's voice-activated

clothes.

fingers with his. At that moment, the

Michael asked in a low and determined voice, showing no interest in

lengthy corridor is