Revenge After Death

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After Una left, Steven handed the menu to Rachel as if nothing had happened.

Rachel was shocked when she looked at the menu. 'Have you guys become rich? You've already sold Lincoln Group, and a set of steak here costs over a hundred dollars-"

Looking at her, I explained seriously, "He only sold off the shares of Lincoln Group, meaning that there's only money left now. He now has nothing but money.

Rachel belatedly hummed a response and looked at Steven excitedly. "I won't hold myself back, then!"

"It's not that I have nothing. I still have you," he corrected me seriously.

Rachel pursed her lips and mumbled, "Why are you being lovey-dovey in front of me now?"

"You have Xan and me too!" Ashton raised his hand to indicate that the two of them wanted to be included too.

Iflashed Steven a smile. "You're right. It's not that you have nothing."

We had the whole world from the moment we met.

"I'll excuse myself to the bathroom." Steven squeezed my hand before getting up to head to the bathroom.

I heard his phone vibrating earlier. He must have gone out to the bathroom to pick up the call.

It probably wasn't just my imagination-Steven seemed to be hiding something from me recently.

I said, "Look after Xan, Ashton. I'll head over to the bathroom as well."

Rachel stopped eating her appetizer and looked up blankly at me. "Why are the both of you going to the bathroom..."

She stopped probing upon seeing something was off from my expression.

Steven did not enter the bathroom but was taking the call behind the partition. I couldn't make out what the other person was saying, yet Steven was just listening.

I walked over and hugged him from the back. He neither resisted nor avoided me, probably realizing my presence a while back.

"Alright, let's leave it at that for now." Steven ended the call before turning to look at me.

"Who's that?" I asked

"It's Dayton." He wasn't trying to hide it from me. I could clearly hear Dayton's voice on the phone.

"Why was he looking for you?' I was curious. Steven wouldn't be hiding things from me if there wasn't anything special.

Besides, Genome Society was almost certain that Dayton was the president of Crowdstar Group now. That meant the actual mastermind behind them might meet up with him.

As long as Dayton met up with that person, our investigation would go on much smoother.

It was absolutely unacceptable for something that violated human ethics like genome editing to be used for personal gain. It wouldn't be a surprise for many to be curious about who the mastermind was when they had orchestrated such a huge ploy.

"Those from Genome Society have found him, but they're very alert. Dayton has yet to meet the mastermind as well," Steven said, seemingly a little disappointed.

I carefully studied his face to see if he was lying or hiding something from me. "Has he really not met the mastermind?"

Steven nodded. "I would definitely tell you if he had met up with them."

"I have a feeling that the mastermind of Genome Society is someone close to us, or at least someone we all know. Why would they go to such lengths to remain mysterious otherwise?" I mumbled.

"Oh right, Jimmy must have gained the favor of the mastermind of Genome Society to be able to get the management position of the laboratory in the desolate area. Has he met that person before, then?" I asked. Jimmy would surely know.

"Do you think that sly fox would tell us the truth?" Steven fumed at the mention of Jimmy. He was probably regretting not beating him enough back in the desolate area before this.

He continued, "He claimed that he hadn't met them directly. They only communicated through an Al virtual figure before he took over. But who knows whether he had actually met them?

I felt upset as well. Jimmy was truly an untrustworthy person.

"Let's stop thinking about it now. We're here to have dinner with the kids," I comforted Steven while hugging him.

"It might not be a bad thing not to know who the mastermind is for now. At least we're safe for now. Just let the police handle it," I whispered, leaning into his embrace.