Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 560

Chapter 560

"You must be tired. Have some bread and go get some sleep," Steven comforted me.

I nodded and gave him some of the bread. After I was done eating, I leaned against his chest and fell asleep.

Zion and the group still hadn't returned, and everyone was feeling extremely tense. When the sun set, the deck was cold.

Steven held me tightly.

Just then, a light rattling rang out against the violent wind and currents.

Ashton and Xandra cautiously stared into the darkness. Then, they whispered next to my ear, "Mom, Dad, someone is opening the door to the deck."

Their hearing was impressive. I immediately jolted awake and scanned the deck alertly. Everyone was here. "Wait! Maverick. Where's Maverick?" I got to my feet. Me and Steven rushed to stop him, but we were too late.

Maverick had opened the door to the deck. Soon, a hoard of people rushed over.

He looked at us guiltily. "I'm sorry... I need to replace the president of Crowdstar Group. I want to go home..." He wanted to live.

Steven stepped in front of me protectively and threw cautious glances at the crowd of people. The leader of the group chuckled as he came over.

"All's fair in war... Here's a taste of your own medicine."

"You approached us with ulterior motives from the very beginning?" I questioned Maverick.

"The men who were killing people in the hallway were one of us." The leader laughed. "Steven Lincoln, I had reason to suspect that the president was you. Hence, I put on a show and got Maverick to approach you guys."

He laughed again. "Do you still remember me, Steven?"

I looked at Steven. His expression was dark, but he was still shielding me from the crowd. "Dr. Nigel Scott from the asylum."

It was a resident doctor who was involved in his treatment at the asylum.

Nigel nodded before looking at Maverick. "Is he the president of Crowdstar Group?"

Maverick shook his head. "We only suspect so. Other people think it's him too, but we're not sure." Nigel looked back at Steven. "Ile's the prime suspect. I already have everyone else who's somewhat clever under control. If we hand you in along with them, the president is sure to be someone in the mix."

He and his men had been searching for the president from the group of people with injured palms. They had already eliminated most of the ones with the lowest likelihood. Any remaining person who matched the description had been handed over to the Rebels in exchange for freedom.

Now, everyone was waiting for the wounds on their palms to heal. As soon as that happened, they could run the verification on the safe. Then, they'd be able to replace the president.

"I'll go with you, but let the rest of them go. If not, I'll make sure you never replace the president of Crowdstar Group," Steven said emotionlessly before briefly turning to look at me.

Frowning, I anxiously gripped my hands. With the number of people in the opposition, this was not the time to turn things physical.

"So you are the president, then?" Nigel smiled.

"You'll know when my hand heals," Steven responded confidently.

Nigel already had his suspicions about him. Hence, upon hearing his words, he began nodding with a grin. "Take them all away and lock them in a room."

He instructed his men to lock us in a room. Steven, on the other hand, was going to be brought to the Rebels.

"Take me with you." I stood next to Steven. I didn't want to be separated from him.

"Do as I say. You still need to look after the kids." He shook his head at me.

"Mom doesn't want you to leave, Dad." Ashton ran over and hugged him.

"Take care of your mother," Steven instructed solemnly.

Ashton nodded. Then, he asked, "Are you going because you want to, Dad?"

Steven gave him a nod.

Ashton only released him after that confirmation. It felt as though the people were nothing to be afraid of if Steven was going of his own volition.

"Dad will be okay, Mom. I'll protect you guys." He turned around and patted me to ease my worries. I took a deep breath. For the first time ever, I felt safe because of a child.