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?

think we'll fall for that?" Steven queried gravely as he approached my

"Trust no one, Stephanie Carlson. Anyone around you could be planted by Genome Society to monitor you. Even a dog could potentially be an NPC

spine. Though he used a dog as an example, I sensed he was alluding to everything surrounding me. "Have you watched "The Truman Show?" Peter suddenly asked. "Art imitates life, but

as I glanced at

an NPC, as Peter described, was Steven one of

recalled a fragment of my memory. I was covered in blood as Steven held me with an agonized expression, desperately trying to

a created pawn. I can give up on everything, but I can't live without you... Please, stop hurting yourself, Stephie,' Steven pleaded in that

one's will to live, then perhaps Stephanie Carlson embodied Steven's

running out," Peter

had evidently caused a significant butterfly effect, drawing attention from the higher echelons. It seemed that

targets for elimination,

to silence him before the police tracked

After all, I've lived many more years than your parents," Peter remarked as he folded his black umbrella and

car.

exchanged glances with Steven, both of us acknowledging that Peter didn't have much time left. However, there were still many

risks involved, we made the decision to

Peter remarked from the

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