Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 

Yasmin glared at me menacingly, as if warning me that if I didn’t let her off easy, she wouldn’t make things easy for me either. She was determined to take me down with her. 

She seemed overly confident about the accusations against me, and that confidence of hers made me feel uneasy. 

I never imagined there were so many secrets to Stephany. 

I knew deep down that there was some kind of deal between Stephany and the murderer. Unfortunately, I found myself reincarnated into Stephany’s body. 

“Well then, please refrain from leaving Huma anytime soon and cooperate with our police investigation and inquiries promptly,” Zion said. 

Then, he asked me, “You were close with Stephanie Carlson, right? Do you know about the incident where she was nearly assaulted?” 

I knew Zion was testing me. 

I shot Michael a cold look and replied, “Stephie told me about it. That night, Jack messaged her, saying Michael had drunk too much at the Nocturnal Club. It was pouring rain, and Stephie was really worried about Michael. I even advised her that it wasn’t safe to go out in such heavy rain.” 

Michael tensed up. He lowered his head and clenched his fists. “Stop it… 

But I persisted. 

“Stephanie went out in the rain and took a cab to the Nocturnal Club, only to discover that Michael wasn’t really drunk. He and his friends had bet on how quickly Stephanie would show 

up.” 

That night, they all laughed at me, mocking me by calling me Michael’s lapdog 

And foolishly, I believed Michael was truly drunk. I was worried it wasn’t safe for him to go home alone in such heavy rain. 

In that torrential downpour, I overcame my fear to see him, only to be shamelessly humiliated 

in return. 

“Please stop it,” Michael’s body shook as he pleaded with me to stop. 

“Stephie was terrified of thunderstorms because her parents died in a car accident on a rainy day!” Despite his pleas, I couldn’t bring myself to stop. 

“she was so scared that she cried when she called me. But she went anyway because she was 

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afraid something might happen to you. And what did you do? You let Benson assault her! You stood by as your friends mocked her, tore her clothes, and tried to-” 

“Shut up!” Michael shouted frantically like a madman. 

Perhaps I went too far with the details. 

He wanted to silence me, but instead, Steven stepped forward and gave him a punch. 

Enraged, Steven glared fiercely at Michael, as if he were ready to tear him apart at any moment. 

I chuckled, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and sorrow. 

I hated myself for my past weakness, cowardice, and ignorance. And I hated Michael for everything he had done to me. 

“Please, stop,” Michael pleaded, covering his ears helplessly as he fell to the ground. It was a stark contrast to his usual arrogance and superiority. He appeared meek and submissive, pleading with me not to continue. 

I stared at him and cruelly continued, “Michael, have you forgotten? You threw those people out, but what about Stephie? You disregarded her pleas and protests. You assaulted her in front of everyone at the Nocturnal Club. And then, you just walked away and left her there without any clothes!” 

I knelt in front of Michael, pulled his hands apart, and yelled, “You claimed a woman on the street is worth 800 dollars, but she wasn’t even worth that! After you left, the club waiter grabbed Stephie and asked how much she was worth!”