Revenge After Death

Chapter 452

I turned around and spotted a black car parked outside the gate. Feeling alert, I stood up, my brows furrowing at the sight of the uninvited guest- Peter Jones,

"Looks like it's time to move," Steven said solemnly.

With our residing location now exposed, our safety was compromised. Anyone could find us here, including dangerous individuals.

Peter stepped out of the car, clad in a black trench coat and holding a black umbrella. "Stephany-no, perhaps I should address you as Stephanie Carlson?"

I frowned, staring at him warily.

He smiled and continued, "Yasmin tipped you off about some of our secrets, didn't she? Well, that's just the tip of the iceberg."

He was aware that Yasmin had told me about those so-called cloning experiments.

"Yasmin betrayed me. Now, the police have started their investigation, and soon... they'll be onto me. As you might have guessed, I'm but a pawn raised by the rich and powerful. When push comes to shove, they won't hesitate to sacrifice me," Peter sounded pitiful.

Then, he opened his car door and added, "If you want to find out more, come with me."

I regarded him with caution, wondering if this was some kind of trap. Would he truly divulge those secrets?

that?" Steven queried gravely as he approached

was snarling nearby, Peter chuckled and said, "Trust no one, Stephanie Carlson. Anyone around you could be planted by Genome Society to monitor you. Even a dog could

as an example, I sensed he was alluding to everything surrounding me. "Have you watched "The Truman

my fists as I

just an NPC, as Peter described, was Steven

Steven held me with an agonized expression, desperately trying to stop

have nothing in this world. I'm just a created pawn. I can give up on everything, but I can't live

the driving force behind one's will to live, then

time is running

significant butterfly effect, drawing attention from the higher echelons. It seemed that the rich and powerful

one of the targets for elimination, I hadn't

they wanted to silence him before the

lived many more years than your parents," Peter remarked as he folded his black umbrella and entered

car.

Peter didn't have much time left. However, there were still many unanswered questions that we needed

we made the

way, I'm sony about your parents' death," Peter

Steven. "His demise was of his own making. Openly opposing Genome Society was