Revenge After Death

Chapter 467

I was terrified, so I instinctively covered my mouth in fear. I felt a deep sense of shame for my actions. In my panic, I scratched the back of Steven's hand, leaving three bloody marks.

Steven just chuckled, took a deep breath, and embraced me even more tightly.

"Go away..." At this very moment, I simply couldn't bear the thought of thinking about anything else. My

heart raced. I felt my anger surging from the depths of my soul. I was overwhelmed by sheerNôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

embarrassment.

Steven was indeed very successful in changing the subject. I knew he was avoiding my questions.

"Stephie, it's not over yet." Steven adamantly refused to let me go so easily.

I became furious and impulsively bit him on the neck. I repeatedly hit and punched him, all the while fearing that I might seriously harm him. Yet, he likely perceived this as "fun" and continued his actions...

"Steven, you're doomed," I threatened with a hint of anger. However, he responded by exerting stronger force intentionally, his voice taking on a different tone. I continued to bite him with frustration, making sure not to do it too audibly. All I could do was endure it silently...

After a long time, Steven finally let me go. My legs were shaking slightly... I leaned against the wall for a moment and shot him a fierce glare. That bastard then took advantage and kissed me once more.

I said firmly, "Don't touch me for a year, starting now."

Steven felt deeply aggrieved without uttering a word.

I ignored him and pushed him away. After that, I dressed myself and walked out.

Steven followed me with a look of grievance as if he were not the one who had been so aggressive just now and refused to stop. "Honey, you're forgetting our intimate moments together after getting dressed."

I turned around and gave him a piercing glare. As I arrived in the living room, I noticed Joel sitting upright, gazing at me with a sympathetic expression.

I cleared my throat slightly and tried to explain, "The bathroom shower was broken. We were trying to fix it."

Joel stared at Steven. "Shameless."

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Why aren't you at school in broad daylight? What are you doing here? "Steven retorted and poured me a glass of water.

I ignored him. However, I was really thirsty, so I took the glass and took a sip.

"Something happened to Quinn," Joel replied grimly.

Steven's hand, which assisted me in peeling the fruit, paused as he looked up at Joel. "Be more specific." "The police overseas have found Quinn's body in a human trafficking hideout. Aware of the police on her trail, she strategically stirred up public opinion online, acting as bait to lure the organization's members into finding her. Just before her death, she managed to send her location to the authorities.

"Consequently, the hideout was destroyed, and 16 genius teenagers were rescued, including six foreigners. The remaining ten have also been safely sent back. Further investigation is expected to be carried out." Joel turned to Steven and added, "This hideout was used for illegal organ transplants. Wealthy individuals

would pre-order cloned experimental subjects with the same genes as themselves. Once the subjects matured, their organs would then be transplanted to minimize the risk of rejection."

Therefore, those people kept certain special geniuses captive and cultivated them like crops, harvesting them repeatedly. They used them for their own benefit, reducing the cost of scientific research.

After all, using internationally renowned scientists to study these matters would not only reveal their intent but also effortlessly draw attention from all sides.

Therefore, rather than relying on well-known scientists, it was best to nurture talent internally and build an industrial chain from the source to the finished product.