Revenge After Death

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Chapter 163 My expression grew uglier by the second.

| looked up at Michael and said, “Stop it!” | was afraid that Stephany really was connected to the killer in sway and that she’d been using these children for that purpose.

Right now, | was Stephany Larson. So, it would be hard forto discharge myself if Stephany was found to be an accessory to the murders.

“Now will you be good and get in the car?” Michael threatened.

I ground my teeth and got in. | wanted to know why he was threateningin the first place.

you want?” | firmly looked at him.

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“What do you “I'm the only person who can help you, not that lunatic, Steven Lincoln.” Michael looked coldly and proudly at me. “I want you to divorce him.” | clenched my hands together. “Why are you so insistent on my divorcing Steve, Mr. Ford? I'm pregnant with his child, you know?” | purposely mentioned my pregnancy in order to make Michael stop targeting me. But that only made him sink more into his madness.

Michael gazed feverishly at my stomach. “Stephie... was pregnant too.” At that moment, | suddenly found him to be far crazier than Steven was.

“The Lincoln family no longer has any heirs-Mr. Ignatius had a stroke and James will never reawaken. Who cares about the baby in your belly?” Michael sneered and clasped my chin. “You should feel lucky for having a face like this...

Michael just wanted to keepby his side as a substitute for Stephanie.

“My face? | don’t look like Yasmin at all. Plus, she’s not dead yet.” | intentionally. provoked him.

Michael's gaze was icy. “That's not something you should speculate about.” | clicked my tongue. | felt that Michael was just as overconfident as usual.

“Were you this composed last night when my husband unleashed those dogs on you, Mr.

Chanter 163 Ford?” | asked..

I was kind of angry that Steven didn’t wakeup last night to go along with him. Oh, how | wanted to see something other than pride and coldness on Michael's face. Michael ground his teeth together. “I'd advise you to take the smarter route. | know you've had sdealings with the killer in order to successfully marry into the Lincoln family and help the Larsons through their troubles.” Michael had clearly uncovered smore information.

“Are you threatening me?” | met his gaze.

Michael pulledcloser to him. “You could say that.” “What do you plan to do after | divorce Steven? Protectwith your resources? If I'm truly a murderer, you'll be committing a crby harboring me.” | shot Michael an innocent yet serious look.

“You don’t need to worry about that.” Michael remindedto not stray from the topic, saying, “Just cfindafter you divorce Steven.

My guess was that Michael had already drafted an agreement forto sign after | divorce Steven.

“Harboring criminals is a grave crime. We're technically in the sboat now, aren't we? “I asked sweetly.

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Michael's brows knitted together, displeased.

“I'm sure you know how important a president's reputation is to their company, right, Mr. Ford?” | asked.

By this time, the driver had stopped nearby the Lincoln residence, and | got out of the car.

Then, | waved my phone at Michael. “I've already recorded the conversation we had. earlier about harboring me, so if you really plan to threaten me, I'll drag you down with 1. me. We're in the sboat now, after all.” Michael's expression darkened, but he remained composed and unreadable as usual.

His gaze was so deadly that it felt like he might lunge atin the next second.

“So, from now on, please don’t trust women so easily,” | said with a smile before leaving.

The only way to deal with people like Michael was to give him a taste of his own medicine. They had to experience this no matter what.

| used to just let Michael do as he pleased, given the debt | owed him. However, he ended up getting more and more out of line, Moreover, after dying once, | cto understand this one thing-I could still live my life without him.

Besides, I'd already paid off what | owed to him with my life. Wasn't that enough? | could feel how angry Michael was in the car even without looking back. His eyes were practically burning holes into me.

“Mr. Ford...” The driver turned to look at Michael nervously.

Michael said nothing. Instead, he chuckled. “Let's go.” “If Ms. Stephany really shares that aurecording...” The driver was worried Michael's reputation would be affected.

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