Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 437

My expression darkened, and I frowned at Quinn.

She looked at me too, as if she was not afraid of getting discovered.

"Stephie?" Steven said softly.

I snapped back to my senses and straightened my posture.

"Go look for the exit. See if we can call for help."

Steven stared deeply at me, then nodded. When he left, he brought Eason and Joel with him.

Meanwhile, Zion took Rachel somewhere with light and examined her wounds anxiously.

"Zion… If I die, would you carve 'Wife of Zion Landon' on my tombstone?" Rachel said with a weak and hoarse voice.

Even at times like this, she could still tease Zion.

Zion continued to compress her wound.

"You're not going to die… You won't."

Rachel began to tear up.

"I don't want to die. I haven't gotten married, I don't have a boyfriend, and I'm still single…"

Rachel began to sob.

Seeing how Rachel was behaving, Zion thought she should be fine.

"Don't be scared. Don't…"

Zion pulled Rachel's shirt up to examine the wound. It was not a deep cut, but the wound continued to bleed. She wouldn't die anytime soon, but she didn't have time to spare either.

"Zion, will I die?" Rachel cried loudly.

"You won't… for now," Zion whispered.

I glanced at Rachel and Zion. After ensuring that Rachel would be fine, I turned around to face Quinn.

Quinn was looking at me with a smile. Ever since she saw the scratches on the back of her hand, she knew that I must've guessed…

"Come with me."

I grabbed Quinn by her collar and dragged her under the stairs.

I slammed Quinn into the wall, and her face became pale from the pain.

"Wow… You were pretty rough on yourself," I said as I tightened my choke around her neck.

Quinn smiled provocatively and said, "You won't kill me…"

"You thought wrong."

My fingers continued to tighten around Quinn's neck as I gazed at her coldly.

Quinn turned out to not be the mastermind.

"What are your objectives? Killing people? Taking out your anger? Or standing up for justice?"

"No, no, no… All of this has just been the beginning."

Quinn smiled and stood up. She slowly walked to where the sunlight seeped in.

She stood under the sun and turned around to smile at me.

"We have a common goal," she said.

I frowned. I wasn't sure what she was up to.

Quinn continued, "This is a sad world. Fate only tortures the unfortunate, and the rope always breaks where it's the weakest… People with no power and money can neither control their fate nor change it, so they can only live in sadness and pain.

"But the upper class… controls the fate of the lower class."

Quinn kept saying random things.

"Stephanie, this world is much crazier than we think," she said, smiling as she backed away.

"Callum deserved to die. He abused his wife, raped minors, organized and employed prostitution, trafficked women and children, and committed all sorts of crimes… He was a great chess piece and a great stepping stone. How would we have completed the killing without connecting these people?"

Quinn had married Callum on purpose.

She deliberately allowed Callum to abuse her. She created a pitiful image for herself, waiting for us to join this game.