Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276 

“It’s normal for teenagers to be rebellious. It’s okay. He’s handsome. I bet he’s popular at school.” I quickly changed the topic. 

Joel had just stepped out of the car when several girls surrounded him. It was clear that they liked him. 

Steven, however, seemed quite unhappy. He held my face, making me turn to face him. “I’m good–looking.” 

I nodded in agreement. Indeed, he was more handsome. 

Steven definitely had a more striking appearance. 

I was incredibly grateful that Steven had been in the genius program since his teens. If he had attended a regular high school, girls would have probably gone crazy over him. Then, where would I have been in that scenario? 

I was genuinely relieved. “I’m glad no one else took you from me.” 

Even someone as despicable as Michael had many admirers. 

In fact, Michael was quite good–looking. He was tall, and plus he came from a good family. As I recalled, the girls crazy about him were numerous, but only Yasmin ever really got close 

to him. 

That showed Yasmin must have had some tricks up her sleeve. 

Yasmin would be perfect in a palace drama. She’d surely survive to the end. 

Ever since “Stephanie” died, Yasmin had been playing weak. She didn’t dare to use her real ” talents” because she knew the murderer was after her. Hence, she had been quiet for a while. 

But I doubted she would stay quiet forever. 

How could she not hold a grudge when I burned her hair and almost destroyed her face? Impossible. She was probably biding her time for revenge. 

Besides, Yasmin believed that Steven was behind the murders. I bet she had a hand in 

Martin’s plot against Steven. 

This woman was utterly devious. She and Michael were perfect for each other. The both of them should be locked together. 

How did I not see it before? 

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At least my previous death was not in vain. 

“Stephie, it hurts a lot.” Seeing me lost in thought, Steven tried to draw my attsution Me rolled up his sleeve to show me the bruises and scrapes on his arm, which were still healing 

I looked at his arm with concern. These were probably the least severe injuries. 

I wanted to see the rest of his wounds, but he hugged me tightly, “Stephie, Michaul is bad He wanted to take you away and won’t let me see you. His men hit me 

Steven whispered his complaints about Michael. 

“This is where his men hit me.” He pointed to a particularly swollen spot that looked recently inflicted. It must have happened when I was unconscious, during the time he broke into the Fords and was assaulted by the Ford’s bodyguards. 

“And this, too.” Steven continued his complaint. 

I listened silently while burning with anger. Michael and Martin’s collusion against Steven was clear. They were leaving no room for him to live. 

Back at Steven’s place, Ewan had a doctor treat Steven’s wounds before leaving 

“Stephie, it hurts so much. Michael must be after my life,” Steven said innocently. He seemed aggrieved. 

I clenched my fists and vowed to remember this resentment toward Michael 

“Lie down and get some rest.” I comforted Steven to sleep and then went downstairs to call 

Michael. 

“Michael, you’re a jerk! You disgust me!” I started the call with a barrage of insults at 

Michael. 

Michael sounded excited to hear from me, but due to my scathing words, he changed the subject. “Stephie, don’t trust Steven. He’s a murderer.” 

I cut him off. My fingers were shaking with anger. “Shut up! You’re the murderer! Steven is my husband. It’s his right to take me away, but you wanted him dead! Your bodyguard was harsh! I don’t care what you and Martin plan to do, but I swear if you lay another hand on him, I won’t let you off.” 

Michael fell silent on the other end. 

After a while, he spoke, “Stephanie, who was harsher? My bodyguard or him? I only wanted them to stop him, but he almost killed my guard.” 

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“Michael, I have eyes. Weren’t those injuries on Steven caused by your men?” I found Michael disgusting. He never admitted to his deeds. 

“Where did he get hurt? My guard almost died stopping him, and he’s still in the hospital,” Michael said. His voice shook with anger. 

“I don’t believe a word you say.” I then cursed at Michael again and didn’t give him a chance to argue before hanging up the phone.