Revenge After Death

Chapter 451

It seemed that Genome Society had been secretly monitoring Stephany's life.

Clearly, Stephany hadn't been as innocent and harmless as she appeared.

While she presented herself as an ordinary and timid individual, she had orchestrated accidents to exact revenge on her tormentors while sneering from the shadows.

Her Larson parents were arrested for human trafficking, and the Larsons' eldest grandson became intellectually disabled due to a high fever, leaving the grandmother impoverished with a mentally impaired grandson and a son behind bars.

Stephany was a shrew and cunning woman. She understood exactly how to manipulate the loved one of her targets as weapons, inflicting agonizing suffering and torturing their hearts.

Ann Larson was a case in point. Though it appeared that she had taken Stephany's supposed boyfriend, Stephany lacked emotions. It rendered her seemingly incapable of truly loving anyone.

Hence, it seemed more probable that she orchestrated the transfer of her supposed boyfriend to Ann, enabling her to dispose of him while maintaining her facade.

Obviously, all of us had underestimated Stephany Larson, who was also one of the experimental subjects.

data scattered on

someone as intelligent as Stephany ended up

chosen and brought into the Lincoln family as the prime candidate for reproduction, yet her life was cut short by overdose- induced heart failure... Then, by some miraculous twist of fate, I found myself reincarnated in her

just a

residence, I stumbled upon it

Larson and not Stephanie Carlson... I couldn't

Or rather, what was I? What

of Genome Society only interested in experimenting on our

and Jimmy, who were already considered perfected experimental data and fully integrated into "production," it seemed that I had lost my value as a

Genome Society continued to observe me

clone experiment subjects, might harbor deeper and more

his place, Stevie greeted us eagerly at the

reminded me of my old pet, Georgie. Despite its ferocious demeanor

I crouched down, running my hand

instinctively, I raised my right hand. It was a gesture that had become familiar from