Revenge After Death



I opened my palm nonchalantly. "There's no wound on my hand."

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"What if your soul is here... but your body isn't the original one?" The corner of Jimmy's lips turned up." so-called reincarnation.... It's a fact that you're still the same person, but your body isn't yours anymore. It's impossible for you to open the safe. You have nothing to fear."

He thought that I was the president of Crowdstar Group?

I laughed so hard. "Jimmy Lincoln, you absolute genius."

If I were the president, the first thing I'd do was bury him under a pile of money.

He still wanted to say something before Steven lifted his hand and stopped him. "It's basic courtesy to stay away from someone's wife."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "Your wife is too exceptional. She leaves quite the impression on people, you know."Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"She's out of your league," Steven replied coldly.

Jimmy laughed before backing away from his brother.

A small distance ahead, Michael was with Una. Next to him was Yasmin, tailing after him as per usual.

The three of them seem quite occupied. Yasmin looked extremely antsy. She was terrified that Una would take Michael away from her.

On the other hand, Michael had begun trying to view Una as Stephanie Carlson.

"He's treating her like Stephanie," Steven chipped in a reminder.

"I hope the three of them live happily ever after," I replied lightly.

He laughed and held my hand tightly. "You're mine."

His and his alone.

"This bastard is still trying to escape." Eason returned with the killer.

The man's face was bruised, and he was limping.

Upon noticing that Rachel was still semi-unconscious, he asked nervously, "Is she dead? Is this a taunt from that psychotic serial killer?"

"No, it's someone on the cruise," I explained. "But the mastermind behind the serial killings might actually be onboard."

The man in the mask... I needed to think of a way to expose his identity.

"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him." The killer was still going crazy.

I yanked on his shirt collar. "If you're that capable, find him in the shortest time possible and kill him. However, if you injure anyone who's innocent, I'll throw you into the ocean."

The man seemed afraid of me. He lifted his hands to shield his face. "He's onboard, I know he is..."

All of a sudden, he straightened up and glanced toward the distance. "I feel like he's going to make a move.

I followed his gaze. A familiar figure flashed through the crowd.

"Carol?"

I let go of the killer and promptly ran after the figure.

How could that be possible? Didn't Carol die in the abandoned building during the game?

Was I mistaken?

I searched within the crowd for a long time, but there was no sight of her.

I was probably too tense earlier.

"My beloved guests, the cruise has left domestic waters and is now sailing toward the open sea. Due to the shortage of resources onboard, from today onward... food and water will be served in limited amounts.

"Please ration your meals. I hope everyone has a pleasant time." The eerie and raspy voice rang out from the speakers.

It then continued, "If you'd like to return home as soon as possible, please help us find the president of Crowdstar Group. I'll display some clues on the big screen soon.

"If we are to return before food and water runs out, we'll need your help in locating this person. "Otherwise... everyone might just die in the vast and open waters. The first person to find the president would be considered a hero! Hence, not only are we offering to send them back first, but we're also going to offer them a billion dollars in cash!"

Everyone's faces paled as the announcement ended.

The cruise was getting further and further away from Huma!

In a flash, a huge number of passengers started panicking. The urge to survive and the desire for wealth sent them clamoring toward the big screen. Everyone wanted to be the first to see the clue that was provided.

"Stephie." Steven ran over and shielded me into a corner, stopping the fearful crowd from crushing me. Upon looking toward the screen, our expressions immediately turned grim.