“The cops should be keeping in touch with you, right? If you’re under their watch, nothing bad can


    happen to you,” I said firmly.


    “We… got lost,” Yasmin sald nervously, ncing around as if she were really scared. ” Stephanie,


    that lunatic, Steven, only listens to you. If youe to rescue me, I’ll spill everything. Save me,


    please,”


    Who knew that there’d be a day when Yasmin would actually beg me to save her?


    “Do you know… how desperate Stephanie was before she died? She’d called Michael, but Michael


    told her to die.


    “What were you guys doing when she called?” I sneered. “Yasmin, this is your karma.” Yasmin’s


    voice trembled. “Stephany! You’re not Stephanie, why are you acting like her? No matter how you


    act, you’re not Stephanie! Save me…


    “Why should I save you? Didn’t you tell the cops that the murderer and I were in cahoots? Didn’t


    you say that I’d intentionally made you give me Stephanie’s information to imitate her?


    “Didn’t you say that I was an aplice in Stephanie’s murder?” I chuckled as I spoke again,


    “Since I’m an aplice, why would youe to me for help?”


    The moment Yasmin asked me to save her, I felt a sudden sense of relief in


    heart.


    my tense


    After all, Yasmin wasn’t stupid. If she had proof that I was an aplice in the murder, she


    wouldn’t havee asking me for help.


    In fact, I should even be hoping for her death instead.


    “Stephany!” Yasmin’s voice trembled, growing more frantic. “I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have


    lied to the cops.


    “Someone told me that you’ve been pretending to be Stephanie just to seduce Michael and that


    lunatic, Steven.”


    I had no idea how terrified Yasmin was at that moment.


    It took her a while before she spoke again, “Stephanie, please save me… I’m begging you. That


    lunatic, Steven, won’t spare me. He’s just a psycho. Once he realizes that you’re not


    Stephanie, he’ll mercilessly kill you too.


    “He’s here… He’s here… Stephany,e save me.” Yasmin started to panic.


    My chest tightened.


    Did she spot Steven?


    Now, I was getting a bit scared too. After all, I’d woken up and didn’t see Steven.


    Just where did he go?


    “Shouldn’t you tell me your location when you ask for help? You’re an important hostage, so the


    cops can’t have lost you. You yourself know what you’ve done,” I said.


    I knew Zion was a responsible cop. He wouldn’t let a hostage slip away from his sight.


    So, there was only one possibility—either Yasmin arrogantly thought she could escape the


    murderer by intentionally leaving the cops‘ sight. Or… she knew the cops were following her, and


    she couldn’t lure out the murderer. So, she took a risk.


    Some people imed that the kids from the Double Stars Welfare Home were all bright children.


    They had two absolute geniuses, and the rest of the children were better than the average child


    too.


    Yasmin was.really good in school. She and Michael were ssmates, and she was a year ahead of


    me. She’d also graduated as the top student in her ss and ced fourth in her


    year.


    Hence, Yasmin’s foster parents treated her pretty well. They thought that she could make them


    proud.


    Yasmin’herself knew she had to work harder to earn more recognition. So, when she became


    Michael’s first love, I didn’t see her as just a pretty face climbing up thedder.


    And it was also because of how smart Yasmin was that I’d ended up dying.


    This was why despite her fear right now, she called me instead of the cops. She knew that if Steven


    was truly the murderer, I was her only chance at surviving, and the cops couldn’t keep her safe for


    long.


    She was taking a risk.


    I believed she had other options besides me, so I wasn’t worried she’d die.


    I was more concerned about Steven. I was worried that he was really the one who was going to kill


    her.


    This was the trap Yasmin set for the “murderer“.


    My heart skipped a beat, and I began to feel lost.


    What was I thinking?


    If Steven truly was the killer, I should’ve hated him from the depths of my soul and wished for his


    swift demise.


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    Why… was I actually worried about him?


    “Stephany, you’re the only one who can stop him now,” Yasmin’s voice trembled as she spoke.


    I could hear the sound of metal scraping against the ground through the phone. It sounded like


    someone dragging an ax or some other tool.