Revenge After Death

Chapter 695

"Ms. Ewing, tell everyone that I'm Stephanie and that I'm back now!' I angrily looked toward Ms. Ewing, who was about to leave.

Michael's expression darkened even more. "Do you really not care about his sacrifice, Stephanie? You're really as cold-blooded as usual-emotionless and heartless! Steven sacrificed himself just for you, so can't you just stay here safely and take care of the children instead?"

"Why do you care if he's already dead?" I slapped him across the face before shaking my hand, feeling the impact from hitting him.

Michael's eyes reddened from the slap. He looked somewhat wronged, just like how he was when he was hit back when he was younger. "You're really heartless!"

"Go, Ms. Ewing," I said in a low voice.

She nodded and was about to leave but was stopped by Michael's bodyguards.

"You're not allowed to leave the mountain," Michael said softly, looking at me. "I'm sorry, I promised Steven. I don't care if you think that I'm imprisoning you, but I can't let any of you go down the mountain."

He was arrogantly using such a way to protect me.

"We're at a crucial point now. You just have to stay here for a while. I promise it won't be for long, Stephie," Michael said hoarsely.

I scoffed before asking, "Do you think you can keep me here, Michael?"

no signal in the mountains, and I've cut off the internet. I'll assign

and Steven would be able to

not dead yet, right?' I

was rather foolish-he gave it

didn't have a slip of the tongue. It wasn't his fault that I

that Steven had instructed me on what to do

turned to leave. I

that Steven wasn't dead at least for now. However, his DNA traces were indeed found at the scene. How did

Steven was really something.

before chuckling coldly. I turned to look at Michael and said, "Do you think the Rebels don't know that I'm back? I already met Carol when

his steps and turned to look at me with a panicked expression. "You went down...and met Carol?" Michael hurriedly rushed forward. "That's impossible. Wasn't

had escaped?" I asked, smirking. "She has a mental disorder, so the police can't do much even

his fists tightly.

me.' I raised my hand and gestured for Ms. Ewing to follow

nodded and

now. He got into his car and got his driver to bring him down the mountain as he

Ewing and asked, "Have the arrangements been made with those under the mountain?" Ms. Ewing

in the shed. He'll definitely start panicking once he