Revenge After Death



Stephanie was quite carefree she actually fell asleep after her mumbling.

Upon seeing her asleep, the others stared at her warily. "Is this woman an escaped murderer?"

"Just look at how she moved so effortlessly earlier. You guys better not provoke her!"

Stephanie's earlier act was indeed rather intimidating. No one dared to approach her for the time being.

However, there were still some who were more daring. "The suitcase she's carrying seems pretty heavy-probably over a hundred pounds. Surely, it can't all be money inside, right? Aren't we all just fugitives trying to escape with our cash?"

"Let's have a look." Some of them were too bold to heed the warning and started eyeing Stephanie's suitcase.

Steven sat beside her and rested his head on her shoulders, watching those fools.

Stephanie's reflexes were far beyond theirs. She had probably heard them from the moment they started talking.

Steven propped up his chin and watched those people.

They weren't aware of how terrifying Stephanie was when she was at her peak. He felt a chill just thinking about it even now.

The reason Steven had been reluctant for her to regain all her memories wasn't because he didn't want to-it was because he was afraid.

Back then when Stephanie was at her prime, even dogs would scurry away when they sensed her formidable killing intent.

"Let's see what's in this suitcase." One of the braver ones quietly pulled down the zipper, slightly revealing a dark shape. A head could be seen when he continued to pull the zipper down.

Stephanie had tied Carol up and stuffed her inside the suitcase.

Knowing Carol was tough enough to survive, Stephanie gave her a hefty dose of drugs.

Carol was still unconscious with blood matting her forehead. There was also blood at the corner of her lips, and her limbs were all tied up.

The men screamed in shock. As they tried to run, they saw Stephanie wake up and staring right at them. They felt chills running down their spine at that moment, as if they were staring death in the face.

"Help! A body-there's a dead body inside!"

Stephanie did not do anything to them and only zipped her suitcase up. "Cut your nonsense. She's not dead yet. She wouldn't be valuable anymore if she's dead."

Leaning against the wall, she idly toyed with the knife in her hands and looked at the man who was scurrying to get up from the ground. "I'm not in the best mood when I wake up."

The man trembled as he looked at Stephanie and said, "Don't kill me!"

"Go check if there are any other boats on the sea," she told him.

The man fearfully got up and ran out.

In the vast expanse of the ocean, a private yacht was vaguely visible in the distance.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"There is a boat!" the man yelled from the outside.

Stephanie got up and stretched herself. She then told Steven beside her, "Let's go meet Jimmy now."

Resigned, Steven followed her and said, "It's dangerous, Stephie."

Although Stephanie couldn't hear him, she had expected him to tell her that it was dangerous. "Do you really think that they'll truly let me go once you die? Will they actually let Joel and the two kids go just like that? That's stupid of you."

She was the only one who would scold Steven for being stupid, and he would genuinely take her word for it.

The few smugglers who had been hiding at the corner exchanged glances. "Who is that woman talking to?"

"She must be a lunatic!"

"Don't tell me there are actually ghosts around here?"

A man dressed like a priest had been praying silently. He only opened his eyes when he heard someone mention ghosts. "You've got to believe in science!"

However, he started rubbing his eyes the next moment when he glanced toward Steven. Fuck, there really is a ghost here!"