Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 517

Chapter 517

"Do you know who my idol is? Cinderella. She endured bullying from her stepmother and stepsisters for so many years without going crazy. Unlike these people today, who are full of shame.

"Let me protect you. Arrogant people like you are usually their target. Let's go." Joel firmly grasped Eason's hand and pulled him along.

"Go away." Eason's anger was palpable. After all, he was significantly older than him.

Moreover, as they spent more time together, Eason noticed a striking resemblance between Joel's childlike nature and that of Simeon. Simeon used to enjoy teasing him, and now Joel did too.

Eason abruptly halted his steps, feeling a surge of unexplained anger. Without a second thought, he pushed Joel away and left.

Joel was confused. "Has he lost his mind? Why did he suddenly become angry? Women have an even better temper than he does."

Zion was rendered speechless.

Rachel explained with a resigned look, "You're just 18. How old is he? You challenge Eason's ego every time. The fact that he even talks to you speaks volumes about his character."

He was somewhat arrogant, self-centered, and self-righteous. But he was also kind.

Eason stormed furiously toward the bathroom located on the 15th floor.

"Eason, it's not advisable to act alone," Zion shouted, but Eason ignored him.

Zion had no choice but to look at Joel. "Follow him. Those lunatics are familiar with our information." Thus, Joel followed him reluctantly.

I glanced at Steven and whispered, "Let's grab something to eat first. I'm starving."

As Steven was about to leave with me, Una quickly stepped in to block his path. I regarded Una with caution and uttered, "Stay away from him."

"Don't act like a fierce dog guarding its food. This will make you appear highly insecure. What are you so afraid of? Are you scared that he might fall in love with me?" Una provoked sarcastically, raising her hand to push me away.

However, before she could do it, Steven firmly held her wrist.

Steven gave Una a warning look. "Can you imagine someone falling in love with a piece of clothing while disregarding his wife's safety?"

I felt a sense of satisfaction as I gazed provocatively at Una. At that moment, my inner emotions were a captivating mix of complexity and excitement. They were feelings I had never encountered before.

It was as if all my self-assurance and confidence stemmed from my partner's preference. Speaking of Steven, he truly provided me with a profound sense of security in every aspect.

Una's expression clearly displayed her dissatisfaction. As a clone, being compared to a mere piece of clothing was undeniably distressing.

Una's gaze locked onto Steven's palm. "Such a coincidence... The safe demands palm print and iris verification, but many people are injured."

Steven disregarded Una's suspicions and firmly grasped my hand, leading me away. "Let's go."

"Steven..." Una murmured.

Nevertheless, Steven ignored her completely.

Una sneered, staring at Steven.

I frowned, gazing at her intently. Una was more complex than I thought. Although Nancy was no longer alive, Una, being her "daughter," had been brought up by the organization for countless years.

It was evident that she wouldn't be willing to simply abandon the organization. I harbored suspicions that she was still an active member.

In addition, Genome Society shared the same goal of uncovering the true identity of the president of Crowdstar Group. However, I was uncertain whether the president of Crowdstar Group could indeed be trusted.

"Stephie..." Michael had been waiting at the door. Upon catching sight of me, he seemed a little nervous. "Are you sure you're calling me? She's clearly more like Stephanie." I sneered, glancing back at Una.

Michael was stunned for a moment and looked up at Una.

"You should've witnessed Nancy's experiment and the police investigation. I'm simply Stephany Larson after Peter applied hypnosis and implanted memories, not Stephanie Carlson," I reminded Michael, urging him to refrain from bothering me further.

Michael hung his head, overcome with guilt. He probably didn't expect me to realize that he was also asking questions on the day of my lie detector test. It was funny because Michael was so immature, and it was easy to see through his behavior.

He asked me if I loved him or Steven, which was such a silly and childish question that only he would ask.

"Stephie..." Michael wanted to say something but then fell silent, probably acquiescing to the fact that I was not Stephanie.

"This cruise is bizarre and has ventured away from the open seas. You and Yasmin should take care of yourselves." I glanced at Yasmin, who was hiding behind him.