Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 

Michael smiled. “I don’t know why you’re running. But if you step away now, they’ll definitely take 

you away.” 

1 leaned back in the seat and asked, “Got nothing better to do?” 

Indeed, having Michael take me out was an option. 

“Yeah.” Michael nodded. 

Lowering my voice, 1 said, “Take me out of the hospital.” 

Michael didn’t refuse my request and signaled the driver to go. 

I crouched on the floor of the car, avoiding the people outside. 

Michael sat next to me, blocking the view of the people outside. 

“We’re here.” After leaving the hospital, Michael had the driver stop the car in a safe place. 

I looked out of the car window and glanced at Michael. “Why are you helping me? 

Michael stared at me for a long time. “You remind me of someone I know.” 

“Someone you know?” I laughed, feeling increasingly nauseous. 

How disgusting! For whom was he putting on this affectionate act? 

“This is my business card. Feel free to reach out if you encounter any trouble in the future.” Michael handed me a business card. 

I accepted the card and got out of the car. As Michael’s car drove away, I tore the card into pieces and threw them into the trash. 

“I’ll get my revenge on all of you–Michael, Yasmin, and also the murderer.” 

Leaving the alley, I tied my hair up and wore a hat. I walked away with my head down. 

After passing through several streets, I borrowed a phone from a coffee shop and dialed Rachel’s 

number. 

Meeting Rachel directly wasn’t an option. It would be too obvious. I had to make her come out to see 

1. me. 

“Hello?” Rach’s familiar voice echoed through the phone. Her voice was strained from crying daily. ” Who are you looking for?” 

My eyes instantly turned red. I leaned on the table, trembling all over. 

“If you want to know how your best friend, Stephanie lied, keep quiet. Come alone to the coffee shop on the corner near Mansion 13. 

Cheer 

7/2 

Rachel suddenly became alert upon hearing my words. “Who are you?” 

I remained silent, fearing that I might burst into tears if I spoke. 

She nervously asked again, “Who are you?” 

I covered my mouth, suppressing the tears. I hung up the phone before handing it back to the waiter. I lay on the table and cried for a long time. 

After about 15 minutes, Rachel arrived. 

I chose this café because it was close to her home. Also, we often came here when my mood was low. It had become our secret meeting place.