Zion looked at Steven in shock, then at the coroner who had just arrived.


    Keenan took off his mask and turned to Steven. “You have a keen sense of smell. The victim


    must’ve struggled when the murderer injected him with anesthesia, causing it to stain his clothing.


    Anesthesia are strictly controlled drugs.”


    Zion turned to Phil. “Search the area right now!”


    But it would be difficult to find the murderer in such a short amount of time given the big field of


    search.


    “Most of the usable leads are ruined now that the crime scene has been destroyed.” Keenan’s


    brows furrowed as he looked at all the footprints.


    Michael looked away silently, feeling guilty. He was the one in the wrong here.


    “The murderer is still in the area. They haven’t gone far.” Steven suddenly looked out the door


    confidently.


    “Who’s there?” Phil ran out with some other men after hearing some noise outside..


    “Clear the area and lock the ce down,” Zion ordered his men.


    I held Steven’s hand and walked out into the hallway so that the police could perform their


    investigation.


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    Steven seemed to be trying to piece something together. He crouched on the floor, mumbling, “The


    next one… Time and date.”


    Was he calcting when the murderer would strike next?


    “What a freak,” Michael sneered, insulting Steven.


    Steven gazed at him coldly. “If you hadn’t brought those men and barged into the house.


    … I would’ve found him.”


    If Michael hadn’t interfered, Steven would have sessfully used the clues to find out who the


    murderer was. But they’d stirred up the ho’s nest now.


    “Stop with the fear–mongering. You could very well be the murderer too. How else would you know


    what drug the murderer used and deduce his actions?” Michael red angrily at Steven, wanting to


    attack him.


    I went up and shoved Michael away, standing defensively in front of Steven. I even pped Michael


    again. “Shut up!”


    Michael would’ve made me regret hitting him twice in the past. But now that I was Stephany, he


    couldn’t threaten me like he used to back when I was Stephanie.


    Nor would I be afraid of his tactics anymore.


    “Stephany…” Michael said darkly before sneering. “You’re pretty good at pretending to be


    Stephanie.”


    He could probably see Stephanie in me.


    “Hmph… How shameless.” I scoffed, suddenly feeling like I’d touched filth by pping.


    him.


    “Since you want to be Stephanie so bad, I’ll give you a chance to act the part,” Michael threatened


    coldly.


    Chills ran down my spine. I had no idea what he was trying to do.


    Whenever Michael showed this expression in the past, I knew he’d… “punish” me.


    His punishment was always to force me into a corner, making me have no choice but to


    compromise.


    Michael suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “What can you get from marrying a


    lunatic? The Lincolns are already at the end of their prime. It’ll be extremely difficult for you to try


    and fight against Martin Lincoln.


    “I can give the Larson family whatever you’re secking from the Lincoln family. Divorce this man. I’ll


    let you be Stephanie Carlson and stay with me. You just need to y your


    role well.”


    Michael even shot Steven a challenging look, as if certain that I would give up Steven and be with


    Michael all for personal gain. This was because Steven had no power when it


    came to the Lincoln Group.


    Steven gazed darkly at Michael, restraining his killing intent. Steven’s voice was trembling as he


    hissed, “Give her back to me…”


    Steven wanted to use his handgun but didn’t, probably out of fear of hurting me.


    But Michael deliberately goaded him further, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer


    into his arms. “Who do you think Stephany will choose, you lunatic? Me, or