Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 334

Rachel rolled her eyes, then looked at Zion.

"I knew it, Yasmin was being a bitch."

Michael angrily pointed at Steven. "You designed all this."

Steven was silent, but he glared at Michael with a mocking smirk. Angered, Michael leaned forward to assault Steven. I stood in front of Steven to protect him, glaring at Michael.

"Michael Ford, you bet, you pay. You offered to make a bet, and you lost."

I hoped for Michael to permanently exit my life starting today.

Steven embraced me from behind while his gaze toward Michael became increasingly cold. "You lost…"

Michael clenched his fists but remained silent. He was holding it in.

Soon, they returned with Yasmin.

The police had no right to restrict her freedom while Yasmin had the right to go anywhere she wanted. As such, Yasmin started to make excuses.

"Somebody told me that the killer was targeting me. They told me to escape and not let anyone discover me. I was told that there were clothes hidden in the washroom, and I should escape after putting them on."

Yasmin sobbed and continued, "I was afraid… that I would get killed. I was scared to be made into a specimen like Stephanie Carlson and be eternally stuck in a glass display cabinet."

With red eyes, Yasmin showed the police a phone number.

"This was the person who sent me the messages."

"And you believed a stranger? What if that was the killer? If we hadn't found you, you might have died already!" the police berated Yasmin.

Crying, Yasmin said to Michael, "Michael, you left to meet Stephie… I was too scared, and somebody texted me. So, I trusted them."

She purposefully glanced at Steven. "I'm so scared…"

It was obvious that she was starting to put up an act, trying to blame Steven.

"Was it you?" Michael glared at Steven and grabbed his collar.

"You want to be a specimen in the glass display cabinet? Who do you think you are?"

Scared, Yasmin hid behind Michael. She looked at me in fear. "Stephie…"

Steven panicked just like Yasmin. Almost out of reflex, he pulled me into his embrace.

He said, "Stephie, my wounds hurt… Let's go home, okay?"

I snapped back to my senses and paused. I was surprised to hear what I said earlier…

Eason stared at me in confusion, but he didn't say anything.

I looked at Rachel and Zion. I was afraid that they would misunderstand me.

I was afraid that they would suspect that I was related to the culprit.

After all, Stephany's identity was rather special.