Revenge After Death



By the time I rushed over, I saw someone sneaking away from the mountaintop villa.

I scrambled out of the car and hurried into the living room, only to find Michael and his black-clad bodyguards standing there.

I let out a breath in relief, massaging my temples.

Michael turned around and looked at me. "I'm not as stupid as you think. This is my house-there are surveillance cameras every 30 feet here, and every blind spot on the mountain is covered."

They were originally meant to keep an eye on Genome Society and Stephanie, but now, they had worked well in protecting Steven.

Resigned, Michael shrugged and said, "He's fine. They couldn't even get past the first door."

I said nothing and glanced over to Ashton and Xan, who were hiding in the corner. They were both holding a fruit knife in hand as they blocked the stairway.

It was as if they were Steven's final line of defense, even though they were clearly no match for others. Amused, I walked over to ruffle their hair. Xan obediently allowed me, while Ashton defiantly huffed and looked away.

I hurried upstairs and unlocked all the doors to enter the room.

Steven was looking out the window in his wheelchair. He knew that they would be coming.

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"Stephie.." Steven anxiously got up from the wheelchair when he saw me returning. In his rush over, he fell to the ground.

Iran over nervously and helped him up. "I'm fine."

While I was worried about him, he was also worried about me-perhaps even drowning in frustration and guilt. Steven felt guilty for losing a leg and being unable to help with anything, like a useless burden. He hated his helplessness and inability to head out to protect me.

"Zion and Eason brought their men over and caught Sarah," I whispered.

Even though she would be released eventually for lack of concrete evidence, she had already been identified It wouldn't be long before the person backing her would reveal themselves.

"They'll target you and show you off as a commodity to people all over the world," Steven said as he hugged me anxiously.

He was afraid that Genome Society would capture and parade me to the wealthy worldwide. I would be shown as a successful experimental subject to those who wanted to reincarnate through their genes and consciousness.

My and Steven's existence was an unpredictable wealth to Genome Society. As such, it did not matter to them at all if the network of Genome Society of the Verdentia Isles region was destroyed.

As long as they got their hands on Steven and me, we would be like two trump cards that would bring them a steady cash flow.

They would have many ways to come back stronger. There was even a chance that they could someday reshape the order of the world to their advantage.

"We should eliminate them before they come for us, then,' I whispered in a low voice, looking out the window. "It's no longer safe here. I'll leave with you-"

"Nowhere is safe when they've already had their eyes on us. We'll only lose if we hide from them." Steven held my wrist and shook his head.

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He was right. We used to escape and hide from them. Despite our high IQ, we were still found in no time.

"We'll stand our ground, then," I said, looking at Steven.

He stayed silent for the longest time before nodding. 'Alright."

He reached out to ruffle my hair, just like how he used to. It was as if he was treating me like a fool, but somehow, I craved the warmth of his palm.

"Let me out. I won't run away, and I won't leave you anymore," Steven coaxed. He wanted me to take him down and plan our next steps together.

I hesitated.

I wasn't afraid that he might run. After all, we both were a package deal. Genome Society would lose out if they let either of us disappear.

I was only worried that he might choose to sacrifice himself again.