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?"

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

confident that he and Steven would be able

dead yet, right?'

was rather foolish-he gave it away with just some

of the tongue. It wasn't his fault that

his usual aloof. "You're overthinking this. It's just that Steven had instructed me on

I stood

sure that Steven wasn't dead at least for now. However, his DNA traces

Steven was really something.

look 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 I went down earlier. She killed

his steps and turned to look at me with a panicked expression. "You went

that Carol had escaped?" I asked, smirking. "She has a mental disorder, so the police can't do much even if she killed someone. They'd have to send her to

frowned, clenching his

ask Eason if you don't believe me.' I raised my hand and gestured

and walked

got his

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

isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He'll definitely