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.

scattered on the ground, my mind drifted

was it possible that someone as

as the prime candidate for reproduction, yet her life was cut short by overdose- induced heart failure... Then, by some

it all just a

upon it in the garage almost effortlessly. It was almost

with Yasmin's claim that I was, in fact, Stephany Larson and not Stephanie Carlson... I

was I? Or rather, what was I? What kind of experimental subject

of Genome Society only interested in experimenting on our

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

Society continued to observe me and

along with the other clone experiment subjects, might harbor deeper and more

his place, Stevie greeted us eagerly at the

me of my old pet, Georgie. Despite its ferocious demeanor toward others, Georgie had always shown obedience

finish your food, Stevie?' I crouched

right hand. It was a gesture that had become familiar from the days when