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.

stared at the experimental data scattered on the ground, my

that someone as intelligent as Stephany

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,

it all just a series of

Larson residence, I stumbled upon it in the garage almost effortlessly. It

that I was, in fact, Stephany Larson and not Stephanie Carlson... I

was I? What kind of experimental subject

people of Genome Society only interested

experimental data and

Genome Society continued to observe me and other experimental subjects without

I, along with the other clone

to his place, Stevie greeted us eagerly at the door. It was wagging its tail with

Georgie. Despite its ferocious demeanor toward others, Georgie

your food, Stevie?' I crouched down, running my hand

It was a gesture that had become familiar from the days when I trained