Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 482

Chapter 482

It was a wolfhound that looked more like Georgie than Stevie did. It was probably a clone of Georgie as well.

The dog pounced on me and pushed me to the ground. Its eyes looked ravenous. It was like it would like nothing more than to tear everything to shreds and swallow it up.

It opened its mouth and wanted to bite me.

"Georgie!" I called out instinctively.

The dog calmed down from its crazed behavior. It looked me in the eye and slumped down beside me with a whine.

It was barely alive. The last of its energy was used to pounce on me. All it needed to do was to bite down on my neck to survive, but it didn't.

Dogs were humane animals. At times, a dog would behave as a dog would, but that wasn't the same case for humans.

Genome Society intentionally released a starved clone of Georgie just to see if it'd lose control and harm its owner in the midst of its insanity.

The experiment was pointless, though. Pets could be cloned, but the memories couldn't possibly be copied

over.

Was a cloned dog still the dog it was before?

I rubbed the wolfhound's head and got up.

The corridor was empty. There were arrows that pointed me forward.

"Stephany, or Stephanie." There was a room at the end of the hall. A man in a white lab coat, protective goggles, and gloves smiled at me.

He was from Genome Society-probably a doctor.

"How many people are watching me?" I asked.

"Many... Not just the conglomerates from Huma but wealthy people from various countries too. Their gazes are all fixated on you.

"As soon as the experiment results are verified, you'll become the most talked about and most costly existence in the entire organization." He laughed maniacally. He had probably gone mad as well.

"Who else in Huma is watching me?" I asked again. I wanted to know everyone who was watching beyond this room.

"As long as you're a member of the Global Trade Union, you'll be able to watch... The president of Crowdstar Group, Peter Jones... Michael Ford all of them will be able to watch."

I was pressed into a chair. I stared fixedly at the camera pinned on the wall.

They could all watch...

The president of Crowdstar Group? Who? Could he be the leader of Genome Society?

He should be seated in front of the screen, watching me right now...

He would be watching to see if I was actually Stephanie Carlson.

"This is a lie detector. What follows is a series of questions on the screen. You'll need to answer them truthfully," he said solemnly as he hooked the detector up.

"All the questions were submitted by the conglomerates. First question, who are you?"

I lifted my head to look at the screen and didn't respond.

Upon seeing my uncooperation, the man seemed to be slightly angered. He pressed the shock button.

The electricity coursed through my body and made my entire body spasm in pain.

"I'm an experimental subject..."

The lie detector beeped sharply.

I lied.

The electric waves coursed through my body once again.

I chose to submit.

"Stephanie, my name is Stephanie..."

The machine remained silent.

"Who do you love, Michael Ford or Steven Lincoln?" The wording on the screen rolled again.

I wanted to scoff. It was blatantly clear that this question was from Michael.

How at ease of him to watch through the cameras.

Three seconds had passed. Without my answer, the electricity pierced through my body yet again, and I twitched from the excruciating pain.

The screen quieted down. The man seemed to be waiting for my reply.