Revenge After Death



The man gazed at me with sheer horror as though he had just witnessed something truly horrific.

"I've already been kind to you, considering I just became a new mother today." I kicked the man out and opened the door.

Steven and the others had defeated the rest in the corridor. Zion was also outside and must have heard the noise. "Let's go back to our room!"

I turned to the woman who had been through unimaginable suffering, "Would you like to join us?"

In such an environment, it was challenging for a woman to live alone. We had all embraced Maverick, and we could welcome another one as well. Moreover, she genuinely made an effort to help me earlier.

Suddenly, the woman burst into tears. After she fixed her hair, it became clear to me that she was the female celebrity the Sacco family's scion had saved i the VIP banquet hall. She quickly put on her coat and limped out. Grabbing the key card, she followed us.

"Thank you. My name is Xandra Zander," she sobbed out the words.

I was stunned for a moment. "You have the same name as my daughter."

Xandra Carlson eagerly reached out to Xandra Zander. "Hello, pretty lady. My name is Xandra as well."

"Thank you, all." Xandra quickly wiped her hands on her clothes, feeling a sense of filthiness engulf her. She thought she would be killed by those people.

om for a meeting," Zion informed everyone.

"Come to my room

I escorted Xandra into our room and instructed her to take a bath. I then retrieved some topical medicine from the medicine box and placed it on the sink for her. "We'll be in the adjoining room. It's safe for you to stay here. Don't wander off. We'll come in later."

I retrieved the room key and asked Xandra to stay in the room. Her eyes were red, and her entire body trembled as she expressed her gratitude.

I gently caressed the two kids' heads. "There's no need to worry, Ashton and Xan will watch over you outside.

"Kids, I've entrusted you with an important mission. While the lovely lady enjoys her bath, you'll be playing in the living room. Your role is to protect her, understand?"

Ashton and Xandra nodded in agreement and obediently took a seat on the couch. I walked out and closed the door. After ensuring the safety of the area, Steven and I went into Zion's room.

"Why did I just hear screams in the corridor?" I asked Steven in a hushed tone.

Steven seemed innocent. "The person who attacked you somehow broke his hand and was screaming. He's really unlucky,"

I felt completely helpless as I watched Steven's unwavering determination to seek revenge.

"We've now reached the high seas, a deep sea area where our satellite phone can no longer contact the police. Our leaders have instructed us to protect ourselves. They've notified the peacekeeping police in the Mileria, who will cooperate with us to carry out the mission.

"Supplies on the cruise are exhausted, and our priority now is to reach the shore. Once on land, we can coordinate our efforts inside and outside," Zion briefed us on the situation.

I grabbed the telescope from his bedside, stepped out onto the balcony, and peered into the distance.'

Once this cruise depletes its supplies, it won't dock. We're approaching uncharted waters..."

Through the telescope, I could see several ships nearby, which I assumed to be the ships of Genome Society.

"The members of the Genome Society are advancing methodically, yet they're not rushing to board the ships for rescue. They seem to have resigned themselves to the situation. They're waiting for the cruise to vanish completely from the surface of the sea, at which point they'll consider themselves safe."

The cruise carried many secrets of Genome Society. Over a thousand people from different countries were on board. If these people were allowed to disembark, the secret would become known. Hence, everyone on the cruise would be trapped in a dead end.

Genome Society refused to allow us and those Rebels to disembark, just as the Rebels aboard this cruise ship also prevented anyone from going ashore. The Rebels were determined to eliminate all the financial supporters of Genome Society.

From their viewpoint, every individual aboard our ship was already considered deceased.

Rachel lay on the bed, coughing weakly, her eyes red. "Stephie... are we unable to go back?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you die." I turned around and promised Rachel.

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