Revenge After Death

Chapter 150

Zion stared at the rope, sweat already beading on his forehead from anxiety.

“The murderer is way too smart… If the candle is moved out of position or extinguished, the direction of the breeze nearby will change and make the iron beads fall like dominoes. The blade positioned above will fall and cut the rope and Yasmin will die.”

If the beads were taken away prior, there would be uneven weight distribution.

Yasmin didn’t dare move an inch while hanging on the roof.

“Michael… save me. I’m so scared.” Yasmin sobbed. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“I’d advise you to not speak so loudly. These ropes and systems are balanced very delicately. The more you yell, the sooner you’ll die,” I warned.

Yasmin’s face reddened with fright. She didn’t dare cry out anymore and only sobbed quietly.

As I looked at Yasmin hanging there, I felt… delighted, for some reason.

I had to admit… I had the evil thought of not saving her. I knew Steven could save her, but

I didn’t want him to.

Zion looked at Phil and the rest of the police force. “Whatever we move now will put Yasmin at risk. When will backup arrive?”

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They had arranged for a helicopter to rescue Yasmin from the roof.

“But it’ll take at least 20 minutes for the helicopter to arrive here at this developmental

area…

Yasmin clearly couldn’t wait that long.

“What do you mean 20 minutes? The rope will have already snapped by then!” Michael roared at the police.

He turned to look at Steven, targeting him. “Was it you? Did you do this? Did you lure us all here on purpose? You’re the murderer! You must be!”

Steven looked at Michael coldly, staying silent.

“Don’t you go around accusing people!” I warned Michael.

“If Steven hadn’t discovered where Yasmin was, she would’ve already been dead,” Zion

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warned as well, making Michael calm down.

Steven continued standing where he was, the air incredibly tense around him.

I wasn’t sure if I saw it right, but there was a hint of delight in Steven’s eyes.

I probably saw that wrong, right?

“It must be him! How else would he know Yasmin would be here?” Michael was still

angry.

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“I suggest you calm down, Mr. Ford. The only person who can save Yasmin before she dies is Steven, so you’d better beg him to help save Yasmin!” Zion yelled, grabbing

Michael by the collar.

“You want me to beg him? Bah!” Michael clearly wasn’t going to do that.

Steven leaned against a pillar coldly, not saying a word.

“I promise you Yasmin will not survive for long.” Zion’s brows were furrowed.

“Looks like Yasmin’s not that important to you, huh?” I sneered, feeling gleeful at my once–in–a– lifetime chance to threaten Michael.

“Are you able to save her, Steven?” Phil asked frantically as he looked at Steven.

Steven stayed silent. I knew that he wouldn’t save Yasmin if I didn’t ask him to.

In the end, Michael still spat out the words, “What… will it take for you to save Yasmin?”

Steven straightened up and said darkly, “I’ll save her… if you kill yourself. You have three minutes to think about it.”