Rachel rolled her eyes, then looked at Zion.


    "I knew it, Yasmin was being a bitch."


    Michael angrily pointed at Steven. "You designed all this."


    Steven was silent, but he red at Michael with a mocking smirk. Angered, Michael leaned forward


    to assault Steven. I stood in front of Steven to protect him, ring at Michael.


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    "Michael Ford, you bet, you pay. You offered to make a bet, and you lost."


    I hoped for Michael to permanently exit my life starting today.


    Steven embraced me from behind while his gaze toward Michael became increasingly cold. "You


    lost…"


    Michael clenched his fists but remained silent. He was holding it in.


    Soon, they returned with Yasmin.


    The police had no right to restrict her freedom while Yasmin had the right to go anywhere she


    wanted. As such, Yasmin started to make excuses.


    "Somebody told me that the killer was targeting me. They told me to escape and not let anyone


    discover me. I was told that there were clothes hidden in the washroom, and I should escape after


    putting them on."


    Yasmin sobbed and continued, "I was afraid… that I would get killed. I was scared to be made into a


    specimen like Stephanie Carlson and be eternally stuck in a ss disy cab."


    With red eyes, Yasmin showed the police a phone number.


    "This was the person who sent me the messages."


    "And you believed a stranger? What if that was the killer? If we hadn''t found you, you might have


    died already!" the police berated Yasmin.


    Crying, Yasmin said to Michael, "Michael, you left to meet Stephie… I was too scared, and


    somebody texted me. So, I trusted them."


    She purposefully nced at Steven. "I''m so scared…"


    It was obvious that she was starting to put up an act, trying to me Steven.


    "Was it you?" Michael red at Steven and grabbed his cor.


    "What would my objective be?" Steven asked inly.


    "You baited Yasmin away on purpose so that I''d panic. Then, you''d help find her and make a bet


    with me, making sure that I''d lose!" Michael growled.


    Zion sighed. Even Eason couldn''t bear to listen further.


    It was evident that Michael could not win Steven, be it with his intelligence or debate skills.


    When Michael used Steven, Steven did not try to exin himself. Instead, he let Michael


    describe his objectives. But the more Michael spoke, the more mistakes he made. Everyone knew


    Michael had suggested making the bet while Steven had simply agreed.


    At that moment, Michael came to realize it. He red at Steven. "You knew that I was going to


    make a bet with you?"


    Michael was not only angry but also surprised. It was as if he finally realized how scary Steven was.


    "I don''t understand what you''re trying to say." Steven looked at me woefully, wanting me to defend


    him.


    "Michael, you should go home with your life savior.


    "It''s gettingte, don''t disappear again," I said grimly, looking at Yasmin with tightly clenched fists.


    "All victims of the serial murder case were discovered in rivers. I''m sure there''ll be a nasty river


    that''s good for the murderer to dispose of your body at…" I scoffed as I stared icily at Yasmin.


    "You want to be a specimen in the ss disy cab? Who do you think you are?"


    Scared, Yasmin hid behind Michael. She looked at me in fear. "Stephie…"


    Steven panicked just like Yasmin. Almost out of reflex, he pulled me into his embrace.


    He said, "Stephie, my wounds hurt… Let''s go home, okay?"


    I snapped back to my senses and paused. I was surprised to hear what I said earlier…


    Eason stared at me in confusion, but he didn''t say anything.


    I looked at Rachel and Zion. I was afraid that they would misunderstand me.


    I was afraid that they would suspect that I was rted to the culprit.


    After all, Stephany''s identity was rather special.