Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288 

Steven was still the person that I’m the most worried about now. 

“Bring it for a DNA test and then compare it with Stephanie Carlson’s DNA,” I could vaguely hear Eason say from where I sat inside the car, as he handed the handkerchief that had been used to wipe my face to another officer. 

He suspected that I wasn’t Stephany Larson but was Stephanie Carlson. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to have thought of soul reincamation as a possibility. This body of mine was indeed Stephany Larson’s. 

“That’s impossible. Stephanie Carlson has been cod dead. Her body was found in the glass cabinet, shocking the entire Huma,” the officer said, bewildered. 

“I suspect that a switcheroo has happened,” Eason said with a cold chuckle. “Go investigate it. You 

shouldn’t underestimate that lunatic.” 

He then got into the car and sat beside me. I eyed him and remained silent. 

“I heard that that lunatic was forcibly sent to the asylum by the police. That’s a good place for lunatics to be in,” Eason said, seemingly chatty. 

I clenched my fists and said, “Where should you go then, Mr. Grant? To the beauty salon? You’re quite conceited after all. If you were to be disfigured after getting hit by someone else again, wouldn’t you jump off the building right away?” 

Eason’s eyes twitched upon hearing my remarks. He chuckled slightly before replying nonchalantly,” 

Steven really does have a peculiar taste in women. He likes those similar to Stephanie Carlson, As expected, only lunatics would be attracted by lunatics. You two are of the same kind.” 

I replied, “Indeed, we’re of the same kind, unlike you. You’re not quite human.” 

“You have a sharp tongue, don’t you?” Eason said while gritting his teeth. 

Michael was still negotiating with the officer outside the car. He said, “She was just defending herself. Even though she went a little overboard, that was because her personal safety was threatened.” 

I chuckled coldly. Was he speaking up for me or jeopardizing me? 

When the police car took me away, Michael looked at me with a complex expression. It was as if I was inherently a troublesome person. He had a sympathizing and worried expression on, as if he was trying to figure out why I had to be so troublesome. 

“Don’t worry, Stephie, I’ll bring you out!” Michael was still trying to comfort me. 

“Just worry about your savior instead. Don’t let her get killed by the killer,” I said as I made a throat–slitting 

gesture. 

Michael stood frozen on the spot as he watched me being taken away. Yasmin hugged his arm out of fear as she said, “She’s so scary, Michael!” 

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“They say that the longer two people are together, the more they resemble each other,” Eason said as he looked at me. “You and Steven are quite alike.” 

“Can you tell me more about Steven and Stephanie Carlson?” I asked, wanting to know more. Even thought Eason has a sharp tongue, at least he was objective. He wouldn’t resort to lying. 

“Steven and Stephanie Carlson?” Eason asked before laughing. “What’s there to talk about Mr. and Mrs. Crazies over there?” 

Despite his disdain, he spoke with great enthusiasm, “Steven was indifferent since young. I was his deskmate back in school, he ignored me whenever I asked him about homework!”