Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 131

My gaze fell on Steven, but I didn't hold much hope.

He had always lived in his own fantasies, believing that I was Stephanie Carlson.

Now, knowing that I might have intentionally impersonated Stephanie to deceive him, he would probably go crazier than Michael.

"That woman is lying." Steven walked up to me and tightly gripped my hand. "Stephie was killed because of her. She deliberately lured Stephie out, and I have evidence."

Steven glanced at Zion, and as the recorded conversation played, everything came to light.

I glanced at Steven, puzzled as to why he was still defending me.

If he had only seen me as Stephanie, he should have realized the truth by now.

"It was her who told me to lure Stephie out! You're crazy, and it's likely the two of you conspired to kill Stephie! I didn't anticipate Stephie's death when I persuaded her to leave on the 15th," Yasmin cried, trying to garner sympathy from everyone.

She looked at Michael, choking up. "Michael, you have to believe me. I truly didn't know that Stephie would die when I asked her out."

With no response from Michael, Yasmin continued, "Michael, I assumed she would inform you. I thought nothing would happen to Stephie while everyone was nearby. Jack heard her cries for help but didn't intervene."

They began turning on each other.

I looked at Zion. "Can you prove that the emails she mentioned were meant for me?"

If the emails could indeed be traced back to Stephany, I would need to devise another plan to protect myself. However, if Yasmin failed to provide evidence, then I wouldn't be held

responsible.

Zion glanced at Sue. "Have you tracked the IP?”

"The IP address is in Huma, but the email wasn't registered under Stephany's name."

I let out a sigh of relief and smirked at Yasmin. "So, why were you keeping tabs on Stephie?

And who did you report her actions to? Were you perhaps sending updates to the murderer?"

Yasmin's expression changed. She found all of this unbelievable and seemed unwilling to accept it. "It can't be. It was her! She was the one in contact with me!"

She was adamant that I had been in contact with her.

Chapter 131

"Where's the evidence? Besides these emails, do

you have any other evidence?" I tilted my head. "If there's no other evidence, I can sue you for defamation and misleading the police." Yasmin hesitated for a moment, pinning all her hopes on Michael. "Michael, you have to believe me. I didn't lie to you. It's all a misunderstanding. It's her. She took advantage of her somewhat similar appearance to Stephie and deliberately impersonated her to get close to you.

I raised an eyebrow, realizing I had overestimated Yasmin. Her ultimate goal in all this was still to prevent Michael from being interested in me because of my resemblance to Stephanie. Michael gave me a complex look and said coldly, "Even if the email address wasn't registered under her name, it doesn't mean she wasn't using it. Rachel saw the surveillance footage too. She was targeting Stephie before her disappearance, and she even sneaked into her house multiple times."

"Yes! With surveillance footage, she can't play innocent anymore!" Yasmin seemed

emboldened, knowing that Michael was now on her side.

"I knew where Stephanie's keys were because we were close friends. She trusted me enough to share her house keys," I calmly said.

None of this evidence could link me to the murderer.

Rachel looked at me with a penetrating gaze.

After a while, she asked, "Where are Stephanie's diaries?"

"I met Stephanie through charity work, and we quickly became close friends, so it's not unusual that I know where her spare keys are," I explained to Rachel.

Revealing my identity too early would be a mistake, considering I was inhabiting Stephany Larson's body while claiming to be Stephanie Carlson. Naturally, this would raise suspicion.

"As for Stephanie's diaries, I honestly haven't seen them and don't know where they are. I'm not the only one who could have accessed Stephanie's house. When you reviewed the surveillance footage, didn't you see a tall man? I suspect he might have taken them," I suggested.

Redirecting suspicion onto the murderer and urging the police to investigate further seemed like the most prudent choice for me at that moment.