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."

more convincing, Peter had to help you deceive yourself. Only when you

pity in her eyes. "You're nothing but a

you are...

made you firmly believe that you're Stephanie Carlson. So when you

just a false premise, a ploy you and Peter came up with

suddenly 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 a

identity, so Nancy couldn't dispose of me like other experimental subjects and leave

be consequences if our superiors find out we acted without orders. Plus, Crowdstar

unraveling. "I said, kill her! I'll take the blame alone! We'll simply inform Crowdstar Group that she died on her own! This woman must die no matter

involve others when you can do it yourself? Don't you have

struggled to accept that I

it were true, it wouldn't be

implanted through hypnosis, huh? It seemed that I had

me!" I shouted at Nancy, realizing that my chance of survival in Nancy's laboratory was

words had left

I was indeed Stephany Larson, then I should end it all here and now. That way, I wouldn't have to