Revenge After Death

Chapter 151

Michael’s expression darkened immediately. Then, he angrily glared at Steven and cried, “Don’t go too far, Steven Lincoln!”

Obviously, Michael wouldn’t kill himself.

“I seem to remember you saying that you’d be buried with Stephanie Carlson if she died, Michael,” I said, suddenly remembering what Michael had sworn to do in the past.

He had said that Stephanie wasn’t dead and that she was purposely causing suspense to achieve her own ulterior motives. He even swore to join Stephanie in her grave if she really was dead.

“Isn’t this the perfect opportunity to do that? You get to join Stephanie in her grave and save the love of your life.” I looked up at Yasmin hanging there and continued with a smile, “Look, she’s going to die anytime now.

“It doesn’t matter which rope snaps first because she’ll still end up hanging to her death anyhow. What’s more, you don’t have much time left.”

“Stephany Larson!” Michael angrily exclaimed.

Yet, he was still at someone else’s mercy.

Being threatened like this must feel terrible for him, huh?

I looked at Michael and observed how pissed off he was.

I found it amusing the more I reflected on our past.

Michael used to be the best at threatening others, yet now he was upset after being threatened himself? He was just being given a taste of his own .taicine isall

As the saying went, you should treat others like how they treated you. But I guess this was something Michael couldn’t accept, huh?

an anyway.

“I don’t need to beg him. He’s not going to save You guys should just hurry up and figure out how to get her down,” Michael said. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Of course, he wasn’t going to go kill himself. After all, someone as selfish as him wouldn’t sacrifice himself.

Halfway through watching everything unfold, Zion cleared his throat.

He didn’t want things to escalate now. Besides, they’d found Yasmin and stopped the killer’s plan from going through, and this was the first step in provoking the killer.

Zion then stepped out and tried advising Steven, “Please help us out, Steve. We can’t just let someone die like this. The killer will probably refrain from killing his next target if Yasmin survives. The killer’s desire to win is very strong.”

Steve silently looked at me.

He didn’t want to help them.

“Help me…” Yasmin hoarsely called out from where she was on the roof, already dehydrated. “I’m scared, Michael.”

Michael glanced at Yasmin before frantically turning to Zion. “Are you guys just going to stand here and wait?”

“What else can we do? Fly up there to save her?” Zion had already done his best to convince Steven. The only person who could save Yasmin now was him.

“The fire rescue department will take at least 10 minutes to arrive. An air cushion would also be useless because Yasmin still has a rope around her neck. If she falls, she’ll still hang to death. And regardless, the fire rescue team will still need to wait for the helicopter, understand?” Zion turned to Michael with a furrowed brow.

Then, he said to Steven, “Steve, you said you’d lost to the killer once before and couldn’t save Stephanie in time. Can we prevent such a tragedy from happening again?”

Apparently, Zion was really good at convincing people.

I could see that Steven’s resolve had been slightly shaken as he shot me a look. But I knew that he would still refuse to save Yasmin if I didn’t agree to it.

Zion saw this too. So, he turned to look at me and said, “Stephany, if Yasmin lives, the killer might just temporarily stop his killing. Moreover, you said it yourself–we can’t let anyone else die.”

I knew that stopping more victims from being killed was a police officer’s duty.

I looked up at Yasmin, hoping that she would just die right there on the roof.

“Stephany… Help me.” Even Yasmin herself was begging me now.

I coldly stared up at her.

I wanted her to suffer even if she did end up being rescued.

“Stephany!” Michael frantically cried.

“If you love her so much, then tell the killer you’ll swap places with her,” I lazily said.

“Yasmin saved my life in the past…” Michael finally seemed to have caved in and was begging me now.

“How does Yasmin saving you have anything to do with me?” I rolled my eyes.

“The rope’s going to snap!” Phil gasped. They hadn’t dared to simply shift the rope for fear of a weight imbalance.

I furrowed my brows and looked at Steve.

Save her then…

If Yasmin didn’t die, the killer would continue to focus on her, and everyone else with serial numbers after her would temporarily be safe.

Steven knew what I was thinking too.

But then, he pulled me into his arms and held me from behind, saying, “I can save Yasmin, Michael… But you have to get on your knees.”

Steven wanted Michael to kneel down, yet he made me stand in front of him.

It was clear that he wanted Michael to kneel before me.

I was stunned.

I glanced at Steven as an indescribable emotion surfaced within me.