Revenge After Death

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Stevie continued to bark in the backyard. This clearly indicated that someone had climbed over the wall and entered the compound.

Stevie was a very perceptive dog. It could detect movements that many people may not have noticed.

Steven had sold his shares in the Lincoln Group to Crowdstar Group. This meant that Crowdstar Group had the right to suddenly intervene in matters involving the Lincoln Group.

The senior management of Crowdstar Group had begun to take over the Lincoln Group. This would have undoubtedly angered the Lincolns, especially Martin.

I pushed open the bedroom door in a panic and my pounding heart finally settled.

I breathed heavily while leaning against the door frame. Since I had been panicking, my breathing was rapid and my heart was beating wildly in my chest.

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At that moment, regardless of the memories of my past, I had to admit that I was worried about Steven.

I was truly worried about him.

"Stephie..." Steven seemed to have drunk a lot. He was curled up at the foot of the bed and holding his legs. He looked bewildered when he saw me.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, I looked down at the intruder lying on the ground and walked over to Steven cautiously.

"Did you get hurt?" I asked softly as I bent down to face Steven.

There were sbloodstains on his pale face. It made him look enchanting and ethereal.

I instinctively reached out to wipe the blood from his face, but he grabbed my hand with a burning gaze.

His gaze was hot and intense. It looked as if he wanted to burnwith his eyes. "Stephie, it's not my blood." My back tensed up at that. I felt like I was getting devoured by Steven's eyes.

Just when I thought he was going to kissin such an inappropriate situation, he suddenly raised his head and huggedtightly. Then, he said drunkenly, "Stephie, what happened? I'm so scared. My head is spinning...' I smelled alcohol on him and sighed in exasperation. "Mr. Bart, help sort this out. Get this person to the police." Ewan smiled, as if he was relieved.

I guessed that he was probably going to say something about how I had rushed to check on Steven first this time. I didn't ignore him and check on the person Steven had attacked to make sure they weren't dead like last time.

Perhaps Steven was looking atso intensely earlier because he realized that I finally cared about his well- being first this time.

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"Take him to the police station." Ewan felt the intruder's neck for a pulse. It turned out that the man had only been knocked unconscious by Steven. He wasn't dead. Ewan and I both breathed out a sigh of relief.

Steven was lying on top ofin a drunken stupor. I wasn't sure if he was really drunk or pretending to be. He was covered in the intruder's blood. He was filthy, and his hair was all messy. However, his features still looked as good as ever. "Stephie..." Steven kept calling out my nrepeatedly. Perhaps he really was drunk. "Wifey... Stephie..." he whined, as if he was trying to get my attention. He held ontoand refused to let go. I sighed. Steven was no longer pretending to be clueless. He was pretending to be drunk instead.

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It didn't matter if he was faking it or not, but I had to run him a bath.

"Get up. You have to take a bath now. You're filthy," I said disdainfully as I tugged him toward the bathroom. Steven followedobediently. He raised his hands above his head once we entered the bathroom.

He wantedto take off his shirt for him.

I tiptoed and barely managed to pull his shirt over his head At that m moment our eyes locked and my heart skipped a beat.

My breath was caught, and following that, Steven used the shirt that was wrapped around his arms m to fo trapin his embrace. He then kissedwith lust filling his eyes. There was no way I could refuse his advances. He was too ethereal to refuse.

If people could transform into magical beings, I was certain that Steven would turn into a siren.

"My pants..." Steven said.

He had kisseduntil I had run out of air, yet he still had the audacity to ill askto take off his pants for him.

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