Revenge After Death

Chapter 493

"She's not Stephanie Carlson... She's Stephany Larson..." Linda trembled uncontrollably, as if unable to resist the effects of the drug. "She was hypnotized to believe she's Stephanie Carlson..."

According to Linda's statement, Stephany and Peter were colluding together. I was never Stephanie Carlson; I had always been Stephany Larson.

Stephanie had died since the police discovered her body in that glass cabinet. Peter's hypnosis had successfully deceived me into believing otherwise.

Nancy grabbed my hair, slamming my head against the wall. Blood trickled down my forehead.

Ha... What a joke I was.

"Stephany Larson, you and Peter were in cahoots. Peter was always a traitor to the organization." Nancy tightened her grip on my hair, forcing me to look at Linda.

"Did you hear what she said? Her father hypnotized you, making you forget everything and implanting Stephanie's memories into you. All this was to fabricate the illusion that you were Stephanie Carlson reincarnated.

"Peter provided you with lots of Stephanie's information, including the experimental records and observation diary the organization had on her... You studied them thoroughly so that you could easily impersonate Stephanie."

smiled and continued, "You're not Stephanie Carlson. You're Stephany Larson! To make it more convincing, Peter had to help you deceive yourself. Only when you

eyes. "You're nothing but a poor creature who doesn't

you are...

So when you woke up

and Peter came up with to reveal

pushed me away. She instructed her assistant in a low voice, "Get rid of her and throw her into the sea. Make it look like

Larson had a social identity, so Nancy couldn't dispose of me like other

visibly nervous. "But there might be consequences if our superiors find out we acted without orders. Plus, Crowdstar Group has just taken her under their wing. If we kill her

kill her! I'll take the blame alone! We'll simply inform Crowdstar Group that she

at me anxiously, clearly concerned about potential repercussions from higher-ups. "Why involve others when you can do it yourself? Don't you have the courage?" I challenged, leaning against the wall and forcibly

heart throbbed with pain. Despite the evidence, I struggled to accept that

it

memories were implanted through hypnosis, huh? It seemed that I

shouted at Nancy, realizing that my

Nancy's words had left me

end it all