Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 530

Chapter 530

Eason stilled, and his chest tightened. For some reason.... he felt a chill run down his spine.

That gaze was gone in an instant, though. Joel soon reverted back to an annoying teenager.

"This absolute sicko! Let's just kill him."

Eason frowned. "Find a way to shut him up."

Joel raised an eyebrow. All of a sudden, he seemed to recall something, and his lips curved upward.

"Let's go back to the room. I have a hundred ways... to make him shut up." He chuckled.

Eason got goosebumps. "You're kind of sick too..."

"Not as much as Steven. That guy is actually insane," he gloated.

Eason wordlessly pulled Stan into the elevator together with Joel.

In order to avoid causing a commotion, he wrapped a piece of clothing around the handcuffs. The people who entered the elevator even thought that Eason was a pervert who wanted to hold hands with a psycho. "No... Stephie, killed... Stephie... Stephie... killed... Stephie... I killed..."

In the elevator, Rachel was extremely disoriented. She kept on mumbling like she was sleep-talking.

This was a common occurrence in patients with carbon monoxide poisoning post-surgery.

I stared resignedly at her. Something about Stephie and a murder...

Steven shot Rachel a knowing look but didn't say anything.

It seemed to actually be like what Stan had said-every one of us seemed to be putting on a front.

"Stephie!" Rachel suddenly yelled my name. The sheer volume gave me a fright.

Zion smiled resignedly. He caressed her hair and had her lean on his leg. His gaze was laced with joy and affection.

I stared at the pair. For some reason... I kept getting the feeling that things wouldn't end well between them.

Maybe I was being too pessimistic.

Upon exiting the elevator, we headed to our respective rooms under the escort of a receptionist. Since Michael was willing to pay, we gladly took him up on his offer.

"Carol!"

Just as Zion was pushing Rachel into the room, she suddenly yelled out Carol's name in a daze.

I almost ran into the door. I glanced at my surroundings, and my entire body froze. At the end of the hall, a figure that greatly resembled Carol flashed by.

I had gone crazy... I genuinely felt like I had gone crazy.

After entering the room, I shut the door and pressed Steven against the wall. "Be honest, are you the president..." I said in a low voice.

I wasn't able to get my question out before he cupped his hand over my mouth and pressed me against the wall instead. I didn't know if he did so because he was afraid of eavesdroppers or if he was guilty.

I sighed. I didn't care anymore. If he was... then we'd just have to be even more careful. I had to protect him. I know he must've had no other choice in order to approach the organization.

If he wasn't, then we'd look for the president together. Then, we'd keep him safe while working out a partnership.

"Stephie... my hand hurts," Steven said in a small voice.

Here we go again. This was his typical behavior. Whenever he had a question he didn't want to answer, he'd start to behave in a cute and pitiful manner.

I was already well aware of his antics!