Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 83

"You've seen how much Michael protects Yasmin too..." I laughed sarcastically. Getting Michael to give up Yasmin? How could that ever happen?

"Michael went to find Jack. I heard Jack went into hiding out of fear, so Michael probably doesn't distrust our video, he just went to find Jack afterward and couldn't locate him," Rachel spoke again, her voice heavy. "I know where Jack is hiding, I need you to send Michael the location as he's blocked me and doesn't trust me."

I was somewhat surprised. Michael had already started investigating? Was he starting to suspect Yasmin? Huh...

"I'll contact him." I remembered Michael had given me his business card, although I had thrown it away, I still remembered his phone number.

"We'll meet at the intersection of Macalister Road and Rundle Street." Rachel hung up after speaking, sounding very urgent.

I checked the news on my phone, and sure enough, the news of the serial killer striking again had shot up in the trending topics.

Who was the person who killed me? Was Steven involved after all?

I subconsciously looked over at Steven, who was still lying unconscious on the bed. When I first woke up and saw him, I felt fear and anxiety. After all, waking up to find a murderer right in front was scary. But as I got to know him better, I started to hesitate, to waver. I even began to doubt.

Was he really the murderer?

But if he wasn't the murderer, why would he turn himself in? If he wasn't the murderer, why did he appear at the orphanage after I was kidnapped?

Steven had too many secrets, and there was definitely some connection between him and the

murderer.

I couldn't believe he was innocent.

Steve to you

Rubbing my forehead, I got up and walked out. "Ewan, I'll leave I'm going out to buy some daily necessities. You don't need to have anyone follow me." Ewan hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. "Okay. If you need anything, please call me."

I nodded and had the driver take me to Pavilion Mall.

Rachel and I had arranged to meet near there.

"Michael?" I called Michael on the way.

"Who is this?" Michael's voice was cold and wary..

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"I heard you've been looking for Jack lately?" I spoke in a low voice.

"Who are you?" He sounded displeased, and I could tell he was getting angry.

I still knew him too well.

"He's at Pacific Court on Macalister Road. You should know where he's hiding, right?" I continued to provoke him.

"I'm asking who you are." He was more focused on knowing who I was.

You'll find out when you get here. You have thirty minutes. If you don't come, you won't know what Stephanie experienced before she died."

With that, I hung up the phone, ignoring any further calls from him.

I knew Michael too well; he was arrogant and selfish. To him, I was just a possession he labeled, my murder without his consent was a challenge to him.

Michael treated Yasmin well because I heard Yasmin saved him once. He saw Yasmin as pure innocent, unlike me, who he thought harbors too many dirty secrets.

and

and

But I was determined to help him uncover the truth about Yasmin, to show him how malicious his girl really was.

I wanted him to regret, to suffer!

And what would he do then? Would he continue to protect Yasmin, or would he continue to delude himself to love her and protect her?

I was looking forward to it.

Meanwhile, at Pacific Court, Rachel and I met at the intersection of Macalister Road.

She was wearing all black, with a white flower on her head, looking quite mournful.

I felt a pang of pity, and also a bit amused as I thought, "I'm right here, Rach... why won't you just believe me?"