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 nced at Zion, and as the recorded conversation yed, everything came to light.


    I nced 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 n to


    protect myself. However, if Yasmin failed to provide evidence, then I wouldn’t be held


    responsible.


    Zion nced 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 ept 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.


    “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 simr 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 resemnce to Stephanie. Michael


    gave me aplex 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 surveince footage too. She was


    targeting Stephie before her disappearance, and she even sneaked into her house multiple times.”


    “Yes! With surveince footage, she can’t y 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 prating 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 exined to Rachel.


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    Revealing my identity too early would be a mistake, considering I was inhabiting Stephany Larson’s


    body while iming 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 essed Stephanie’s house. When you reviewed the surveince


    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.