Howard narrowed his eyes and pulled out his phone. "They were supposed to arrive in half an hour, but they're here early."
Just as Howard was about to make a call, I grabbed the nearby knife and plunged it fiercely into his shoulder.
"Ah!" he screamed in agony, his blood splattering into my eyes as I pulled out the knife.
I knew Howard couldn't die so easily at my hands; If he did, I'd be even in deeper trouble with the police.
As Bobby tried to approach, I stabbed him with the knife in defense. Then, I cowered behind the bed, terrified, my legs giving way as I fell to the ground.
The man with tattoos leaned against the car, watching me casually, seemingly enjoying my resistance.
Suddenly, the sound of police sirens filled the air, and the entire scrap iron factory was surrounded.
Howard's face discolored instantly. He and Bobby tried to get up and flee, but the police tackled them to the ground; I remained on the ground, hugging my bare legs in fear.
Meanwhile, as the police rushed in, the tattooed man took off his sunglasses and wig. He then walked over to me and draped his jacket over my shoulders, saying, "Useless fool."
Trembling, I gazed at the man before me, noticing his tattoos were all fake. Although he had applied dark foundation all over his body, I could still tell he was — Joel, the high schooler.
I looked up at Joel, who dressed like a gangster straight out of a movie, feeling a surge of grievance for some reason.
"Where's Steve… " I sniffled, trying to choke back tears.
Why didn't Steven come?
Joel furrowed his brow and said, "Seriously, if you don't wise up, Steven might end up dead because of you sooner or later."
I lowered my head, tears falling to the ground.
Joel continued, "Steven asked me to keep an eye on Mrs. Ford all this time, trying to prove your innocence. He knew she would collaborate with Peter. He specifically told you to stay home, but you just had to go meet Mrs. Ford, didn't you?"
Joel tossed away his cigarette butt and crushed it underfoot. "Actually, it's a good thing you've turned into a a bit of a fool, but try not to be too stupid, will you? Back then you were so— "
Joel paused halfway through, staring at me skeptically, "Sometimes I really wonder if you're the real Stephanie Carlson."
My heart skipped a beat as I nervously stared at Joel. "What happened to Steve?"
"Since these people finally acted, I need to ensure they take you away so I can assist the police in catching these filthy rats and uncovering the human trafficking ring behind them, don't I?" Joel shrugged nonchalantly.
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