Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240 

I couldn’t help thinking that Ewan was exaggerating. Was Steven that scary? Ewan’s 

respect was a little over the top. 

I didn’t lose my cool. If the Larsons wanted to cause a scene, so be it. There wasn’t anyone 

else at the Lincoln residence aside from Ignatius, who could only get mad since he was paralyzed in bed. 

“Mr. Lincoln… there’s also some trouble with the Lincoln family. Mr. Dax has been arrested under the suspicion of being involved in an abduction and murder–for–hire case. But…” 

Ewan hesitated. “I’m sorry about this, sir. The weeds are too entangled to be cleared in one 

1. go. 

If one didn’t make sure to thoroughly exterminate the pests in one’s life, the pests would eventually return. 

“We’ll just have to make sure the gardeners clear them more frequently. Even if we can’t uproot them, we still have to scare the weeds and let them know they’ll be removed if they grow too quickly,” Steven said softly. 

I could tell he was insinuating something, but I was a little embarrassed to ask with him and Ewan being so open around me. 

After dinner, Steven leaned on my shoulder and asked, “Do you want to watch a show?” 

ny self. 

Now that Ewan wasn’t around, he was back to being his clingy 

“Well, I have a show for you.” I raised an eyebrow and held his hand. “I bet Charles and Nadia want nothing more than to rip my throat out now.” 

They had to be furious over their precious Ann being dangled from the beams for a whole 

night. 

“I’m here for you,” Steven said seriously as he brought me away. 

I followed him, blurting out, “Your legs are so long.” 

Had he taken steroids over the years? Based on my hazy memories, he’d only been around six feet tall when I gifted him some clothes. He was at least an inch taller now. 

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He turned to give me a silly grin. Then, he winked and said, “My legs aren’t the only things that are long.” 

It took me a while to realize what he was saying. His gaze was as innocent as ever, but his words were far from that. 

As soon as we entered the Lincoln residence, my “mother“, Nadia, pounced on me. Steven stood before me, keeping me safe behind him. He looked at Nadia icily. 

She didn’t manage to stop in time, but Steven pulled me along with him as he dodged her. She fell on her face. 

He said seriously, “You don’t have to get on your knees before us so early in the morning.” 

Nadia looked murderous. She pointed at me and screeched, “You’re a fucking psycho, Stephany! You must’ve caught it from someone else! How dare you hang Ann from the beams for a whole night? I’ll kill you!‘ 

She wanted to hit me, but Steven caught her wrist and shoved her away. There wasn’t 

any hint of his usual silliness as he stood there. In fact, he looked downright handsome. “Who allowed you to touch my woman?” 

Nadia was stunned. She subconsciously turned to look at Charles, who was still trying to 

test whether Steven was a dimwit. “Stephany is our daughter, Steven. This is a family 

matter.” 

“Your daughter? Didn’t you sell her to me after asking my grandfather for that 200–million- dollar investment ?” Steven held me protectively. “Since you sold her to me, she doesn’t have anything to do with you anymore. I dare you to lay a hand on what’s mine.” 

Charles frowned. He wondered how an idiot could be so oppressive. Was Steven putting 

on an act, or were these his true colors? 

I was equally surprised as I gaped at Steven. Which side of him was the real him? 

“Stephie, you’ve crossed the line this time. You can’t blame your mother for getting so mad. How could you hang Ann from the beams like that? That was so dangerous.” Charles lowered his voice, not daring to do anything rashly because he couldn’t read Steven. 

“What are you gonna do about it?” I leaned against Steven. “Call the cops if you want.” 

“Why, you!” Charles and Nadia pointed at me with trembling fingers.