“It’s normal for teenagers to be rebellious. It’s okay. He’s handsome. I bet he’s popr at school.” I


    quickly changed the topic.


    Joel had just stepped out of the car when several girls surrounded him. It was clear that they liked


    him.


    Steven, however, seemed quite unhappy. He held my face, making me turn to face him. “I’m good–


    looking.”


    I nodded in agreement. Indeed, he was more handsome.


    Steven definitely had a more striking appearance.


    I was incredibly grateful that Steven had been in the genius program since his teens. If he had


    attended a regr high school, girls would have probably gone crazy over him. Then, where would I


    have been in that scenario?


    I was genuinely relieved. “I’m d no one else took you from me.”


    Even someone as despicable as Michael had many admirers.


    In fact, Michael was quite good–looking. He was tall, and plus he came from a good family. As I


    recalled, the girls crazy about him were numerous, but only Yasmin ever really got close


    to him.


    That showed Yasmin must have had some tricks up her sleeve.


    Yasmin would be perfect in a pce drama. She’d surely survive to the end.


    Ever since “Stephanie” died, Yasmin had been ying weak. She didn’t dare to use her real ”


    talents” because she knew the murderer was after her. Hence, she had been quiet for a while.


    But I doubted she would stay quiet forever.


    How could she not hold a grudge when I burned her hair and almost destroyed her face?


    Impossible. She was probably biding her time for revenge.


    Besides, Yasmin believed that Steven was behind the murders. I bet she had a hand in


    Martin’s plot against Steven.


    This woman was utterly devious. She and Michael were perfect for each other. The both of them


    should be locked together.


    How did I not see it before?


    At least my previous death was not in vain.


    “Stephie, it hurts a lot.” Seeing me lost in thought, Steven tried to draw my attsution Me rolled up his


    sleeve to show me the bruises and scrapes on his arm, which were still healing


    I looked at his arm with concern. These were probably the least severe injuries.


    I wanted to see the rest of his wounds, but he hugged me tightly, “Stephie, Michaul is bad He


    wanted to take you away and won’t let me see you. His men hit me


    Steven whispered hisints about Michael.


    “This is where his men hit me.” He pointed to a particrly swollen spot that looked recently


    inflicted. It must have happened when I was unconscious, during the time he broke into the Fords


    and was assaulted by the Ford’s bodyguards.


    “And this, too.” Steven continued hisint.


    I listened silently while burning with anger. Michael and Martin’s collusion against Steven was clear.


    They were leaving no room for him to live.


    Back at Steven’s ce, Ewan had a doctor treat Steven’s wounds before leaving


    “Stephie, it hurts so much. Michael must be after my life,” Steven said innocently. He seemed


    aggrieved.


    I clenched my fists and vowed to remember this resentment toward Michael


    “Lie down and get some rest.” Iforted Steven to sleep and then went downstairs to call


    Michael.


    “Michael, you’re a jerk! You disgust me!” I started the call with a barrage of insults at


    Michael.


    Michael sounded excited to hear from me, but due to my scathing words, he changed the subject.


    “Stephie, don’t trust Steven. He’s a murderer.”


    I cut him off. My fingers were shaking with anger. “Shut up! You’re the murderer! Steven is my


    husband. It’s his right to take me away, but you wanted him dead! Your bodyguard was harsh! I


    don’t care what you and Martin n to do, but I swear if youy another hand on him, I won’t let


    you off.”


    Michael fell silent on the other end.


    After a while, he spoke, “Stephanie, who was harsher? My bodyguard or him? I only wanted them


    to stop him, but he almost killed my guard.”


    “Michael, I have eyes. Weren’t those injuries on Steven caused by your men?” I found Michael


    disgusting. He never admitted to his deeds.


    “Where did he get hurt? My guard almost died stopping him, and he’s still in the hospital,” Michael


    said. His voice shook with anger.


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    “I don’t believe a word you say.” I then cursed at Michael again and didn’t give him a chance to


    argue before hanging up the phone.