Revenge After Death



"Ms. Ewing is one of my people. You can trust her," Steven comforted me softly.

I took in a deep breath, suddenly feeling chills running down my back.

Ms. Ewing was one of Steven's people? That disrupted my thoughts-1 wasn't able to think clearly for a

moment.

Did that mean that Ms. Ewing was also a multifaceted spy, and she was just pretending to cooperate in front of Peter?

But what did she mean when she asked me those mysterious questions before?

"Now that Miguel has reincarnated into Michael's body, Daisy is worried that someone might notice the changes in him, causing unnecessary problems.

"That's why she dismissed everyone who was taking care of them previously and hired new people," Steven explained. But that wasn't the explanation I wanted to hear.

I had a feeling that Ms. Ewing wasn't just one of Steven's people. The way she interacted with me seemed like she was trying to verify my identity or confirm my memories.

I looked at Steven for the longest time.

What exactly was he planning to do? Why would we suddenly move to this place?

I felt like Steven was hiding a lot of things from me. It seemed like he was hiding them together with everyone else around me-including Ashton and Xan.

I'd think that something was amiss whenever I looked at them.

"I'll head back to pack up the remaining things. You guys can go get some rest for now." Steven asked Ms. Ewing to bring us to our rooms before driving away on his own.

I stood on the balcony of the master bedroom on the second floor. It had a perfect view of the winding mountain road, with nearly the entire mountain in sight.

The view was beautiful here, and it seemed to be relatively safe.

"Where are all our stuff kept? I want to have a look," I said, wanting to check the basement storage.

When I arrived, I noticed that this villa had a basement as the elevator seemed to go down to three additional floors.

However, Ms. Ewing stopped me and said, "You should have some warm milk and go to bed soon, miss."

I looked at her, alarmed. "Can't I go down to have a look?"

"It's not that. It's just that it's still messy and dirty downstairs, Ms. Ewing explained.

Lignored her and pressed the elevator button down, heading directly to basement level three.

It was very spacious and dusty, filled with some old stuff.

This wasn't a new villa-likely several decades old. The disorganized pile of old stuff belonged to the previous

owner.

I walked over to the desk at the corner and looked at the items covered in dust. As I rummaged through them, I was surprised to find Sarah's photo in one of the photo frames.

Sarah truly looked like me when she was younger-not Stephany Larson, but Stephanie Carlson.

The resemblance was as high as 80% and about 75% similar to my current body.

Was she really a first-generation experimental subject, with Daisy and Nancy being the second-generation, and me being the third generation?

What kind of secrets was Genome Society actually hiding? And how much had Steven been hiding from me?

He told me that Dayton did not manage to meet the mastermind of Genome Society as they were very cautious. So, why was he acting strange recently?

I frowned, quickening my steps wanting to leave.

Perhaps Steven already found out who the mastermind was and was anxious because of that.

Was he scared because he knew he wouldn't be able to fight them? Was that why he was planning to face them on his own?

Someone struck me from behind with a bat as soon as I came out of the basement. I managed to get a glimpse of the person who hit me just before I lost my consciousness. It was Ms. Ewing.

She said, "It's time to get back on track, miss."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.