Revenge After Death



"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.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

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?"

He frowned. "There's no signal in the mountains, and I've cut off the internet. I'll assign bodyguards on constant watch. You just have to stay here quietly for half a year."

Michael was confident that he and Steven would be able to settle everything within half a year.

"So, he's not dead yet, right?' I smiled.

Michael was rather foolish-he gave it away with just some provocation.

Michael was stunned. He didn't have a slip of the tongue. It wasn't his fault that I managed to figure it out on my own.

He coughed awkwardly before reverting to his usual aloof. "You're overthinking this. It's just that Steven had instructed me on what to do next. Since I've promised him, I'll protect you guys. Rest well."

After that, Michael turned to leave. I stood in place, raising my brows.

I could certainly be sure that Steven wasn't dead at least for now. However, his DNA traces were indeed found at the scene. How did he manage to do it?

Steven was really something.

I gave Ms. Ewing a meaningful 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 one of the experimental subjects from the laboratory."

He halted 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 Carol caught by the police?"

"Didn't Zion and the others tell you 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 an asylum."

Michael frowned, clenching his fists tightly. "That's impossible!"

"Just head down to ask Eason if you don't believe me.' I raised my hand and gestured for Ms. Ewing to follow me into the room.

She nodded and walked behind me.

Michael was clearly panicking now. He got into his car and got his driver to bring him down the mountain as he called Eason.

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

I replied, 'Good. Michael isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He'll definitely start panicking once he confirms that the Rebels found out about my identity.

"Since he's adamant in helping Steven protect me, he'll surely inform Steven about this. Keep an eye on his car and follow him."

Genome Society must have been monitoring Michael's phone for some time. He wouldn't dare to contact Steven by phone-which meant he would go meet Steven.

Ms. Ewing nodded again and said, "Don't worry, miss."

I walked into the bedroom and stood beside the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as the car slowly drove down.

Steven should hope I didn't catch him.

We spent three whole days on the mountain with no internet and phones.

Ashton and Xan were constantly playing their own games, solving math problems and equations.

I felt frustrated and overly anxious to find out about Steven's news.

Lately, I have been having the same dream every night.

In my dream, the weather was sunny with a cool breeze. Ashton and Xan were running on the grass and flying kites, while I leaned against Steven, watching the children laughing heartily.