Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198 

“I’m at the orphanage,” Yasmin said. 

She must have had a death wish going there. 

“I bet Michael is lurking around too, right? You love him so much, he’s sure to keep you safe. 

“Calling me over, you’re quite the double–checker, huh? You weren’t satisfied with just killing Stephanie, and now you want to kill me too? I’m not as naive as Stephanie,” I said. But I still felt a bit guilty as I spoke. 

“You’ll come because you want to uncover Stephanie’s secret,” Yasmin confidently said. 

I figured that Michael and Yasmin must have talked it over. They probably planned for 

me to see first hand that Steven was a murderer. 

Michael repeatedly claimed that he’d reveal Steven’s true identity, and both he and Yasmin were convinced that Steven was the culprit. 

That’s why Yasmin insisted for me to go. 

“He’s here,” Yasmin’s voice trembled even more violently. “Come over right now, and you’ll get to see Steven.” 

With that, she ended the call. 

If I’d called the cops first in my past life, I wouldn’t have met my tragic end. 

But now, 

in my second chance at life, even though everyone seemed unreliable, the cops were definitely more trustworthy than Michael and the others. 

“Zion, Yasmin went to the orphanage,” I said when Zion finally answered the phone.” She said the murderer targeted her and she’s already there.” 

Zion cursed over the phone. He sounded frantic, and everyone seemed to be panicking. 

“That woman’s insane! She agreed to meet at Sunset Alley, but then she put the tracking device on the dog and slipped away into the night herself. So, we’ve just been chasing the dog in circles!” 

Zion was still running in a hurry, probably leading the team to the orphanage. 

“I’m heading there too.” 

After hanging up the phone, I made up my mind to head to the orphanage, 

Honestly, I was scared that it was really steven who wanted to kill Yasmin. 

As I ran out of the house, the big dog from the yard dashed out too. It wagged its tall as it approaches the person coming in. 

There, Steven stood under the streetlight bolding a plate of steaming hot fried mushrooms from my favorite chain restaurant. 

There was always a long queue there. 

Did he go out to buy the fried mushrooms? 

For some reason, my heart settled down. 

The streetlight cast a shadow over Steven, and it made for a striking Image of a person that was between an angel and a demon. 

I dashed over, feeling tense. “Steve, you didn’t head to the orphanage?”