I had initially considered ignoring Yasmin. After all, if Michael had indeedmitted suicide, it
seemed unlikely that Yasmin would have the energy toe over and cause trouble. It appeared as
though she was intentionally causing these issues.
If my assumption was correct, there ought to be reporters or someone observing nearby. Yasmin
was putting on a show.
I furrowed my brows. Every action Yasmin took now appeared to me as another plot between her
and Peter.
However, Steven was rmed by her. He walked to the yard and looked at Yasmin outside.
Yasmin was clearly terrified and nervously took a step back. "Steven... Michaelmitted suicide,
and Stephany was the cause. Have you never questioned her identity?"
Steven stared at Yasmin coldly. "Aren''t you leaving? Release the dogs."
Steven raised his hand to signal to Leo, who was about to open the door. Stevie was eager to rush
out.
Yasmin looked at Steven with terror, her face pale and filled with fear.
"I have evidence! Steven, listen! I have evidence that proves Stephany is fake. She''s not Stephanie
Carlson. She''s been lying to you this whole time," Yasmin eximed urgently.
Yasmin trembled as she extracted an envelope. She identally scattered countless photographs.
Steven refused to talk to her and requested Leo to open the door. After the door was opened
slightly, Stevie eagerly darted outside.
Yasmin screamed in fright and turned around. She dashed towards the car and mmed the door
shut.
Steven walked to the door indifferently. Upon realizing that Yasmin had been frightened off, he hung
his head and gazed at the scattered photos across the ground.
I couldn''t see the photos from upstairs, but I had a vague feeling that things were not that simple.
Yasmin would note here for no reason.
I rushed downstairs to see what she had brought. However, upon my arrival, Steven had already
destroyed all the photographs.
"What did Yasmin say?" I asked.
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Steven instinctively hid the torn photographs behind his back. "It''s nothing... she''s out of her mind."
I hadn''t uttered a word, nor had I inquired about the photo.
Stephen also didn''t mention the photo and approached me with a low head. "Stephie... are you still
angry with me?"
I remained silent, and Steven kept his head down, unable to meet my gaze.
"Stephany." Outside the door, yet another ck car pulled up. When the window was rolled down,
Lois was sitting inside the car.
I was stunned for a moment. Could it be that Lois wasing here this time because Michael had
committed suicide? Did he truly take his own life?
"Mrs. Ford," I still greeted her respectfully.
Lois gave me a chilling look and said, "We need to talk."
Then, her gazended on Steven. "I''m sorry. I need to talk to her privately for a while."
Steven grabbed me and nced at Lois withplete indifference. "Not a chance."
Lois'' expression turned grim as she spoke calmly, "You dared to sell the Lincoln family''s property to
someone else. Your actions have made you aughingstock in the entire Huma business district. If
you have nothing of value, why do you believe you are worthy of speaking to me in such a
disrespectful manner?"
Lois spoke the truth. Steven did, in fact, sell the Lincoln family''s property to Crowdstar Group. Such
treachery, selling off the family''s belongings, was truly unforgivable in the Lincoln family. This
behavior had be aughingstock in the businessmunity.