Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 167

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Suddenly, I grew curious about Steven and the history we had between us. 

While I was certain that Steven knew Stephanie Carlson, I had no memory of him myself. In fact, not only had I forgotten about him, but I also couldn’t recall anything related to the orphanage. 

When did I start losing my memory? And when did I ask Steven to wait for me at the orphanage? 

Did I have something to do with… whatever Steven had gone through? 

There were so many questions waiting to be answered. 

Meanwhile, trouble was brewing within the Lincoln Group. 

Since both Ignatius and James were unavailable, Steven was the only rightful person to manage the Lincolns‘ affairs. 

However, Martin and his associates wouldn’t easily allow Steven to take over the 

company. 

Hence, Martin had deliberately spread rumors within the company that Steven was mentally ill and rallied all the executives and directors to oppose Steven together, intending to force him to relinquish management control. 

“Mr. Lincoln, there’s an urgent matter at the company that requires your attention. I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me,” Ewan stated as he knocked on the door. 

Steven reluctantly lifted his head and looked at me. “Stephie… They’re annoying,” he said impatiently, as if he wished for all those people to disappear for good. 

“Do you want me to go accompany him. 

with you?” I tried to get up and put on my clothes so I could 

But Steven shook his head, the red marks of my slap still starkly apparent on his fair complexion. “Stephie, wait at home.” 

So, I looked away and said, “Just listen to whatever Ewan says, and don’t be stubborn or rash.” 

Steven nodded and left the room. 

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I was now certain that Steven’s sudden change of expression wasn’t merely my imagination. 

He definitely displayed a different demeanor with me compared to when he was with other people. Even the air around him would change. 

As Steven stepped out the door, even his silhouette seemed imposing. 

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. 

It was from an unknown number. 

I answered the call. 

“Stephany, it’s me, Yasmin.” 

I was surprised that Yasmin had called me. 

Her voice shook with rage and hatred as she said, “Are you with Michael? You shameless woman! Do you think you can steal him from me by pretending to be Stephanie Carlson? 

“He’s not answering my calls! Tell him to pick up!” Yasmin shouted hysterically, demanding to see Michael. 

“You called me to ask for Michael? Are you nuts?” I sneered. 

I had never seen Yasmin in such an uncertain and insecure state before. 

But served her right! 

When she used to taunt me, she would brim with confidence, convinced that Michael would always love her and only her. 

But too bad for her, she now had a formidable opponent, and this meant that she couldn’t be as domineering as before. 

Finally, she got a taste of what I had endured! 

“Get Michael on the phone!” Yasmin shouted in a panic, almost as if she was threatening 

1. me. 

I chuckled and mimicked the tone that she once used with me, “Oh, Michael? He’s in the shower at the moment, so he can’t take your call.” 

I remembered the time when I fainted from severe abdominal pain and heavy bleeding. and was rushed to the hospital. 

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At the time, I needed the money for my treatment. So, I called Michael, hoping that he would come and help me. 

But where was he at that moment?