Revenge After Death



Steven and I looked at each other.

I knew he was trying to ease my worries, but how was that possible in a situation like this?

"There weren't a lot of resources left on the ship. At this rate, it'll be difficult for us to last until help arrives," Jimmy said quietly. He was implying that we give Steven up in exchange for a lifeline.

I stared at him coldly. "Why don't you sacrifice yourself, then?"

"It's not like I want to do this either. But I can't possibly turn myself in." He waved his hand in the air. It was uninjured. He could not possibly be the president.

"What exactly did you get on this ship for, Jimmy?" I shot him a cautious look.

He was a very smart man. Since he could remain so relaxed the entire time, it could only mean that he had mentally prepared himself beforehand.

"I'm only interested in the president of Crowdstar Group," he looked at me and answered honestly. "What kind of mysterious person could be a genius and make everyone green with envy?

"In order to surpass him, I need to meet him myself."

Jimmy was here because he wanted to be better than Crowdstar Group's president.

"If my brother actually turns out to be the president... I'd actually be quite impressed." He laughed. There was a subtle hint of hostility in his eyes.

As someone who had benefited from Genome Society, Jimmy didn't want anyone else to reap the same profits as he did. He wanted to be the minority, which was why he was trying to get rid of the organization entirely.

However, from a different point of view, he wanted the same things as the organization did. He just did not want there to be too many genome-edited geniuses. He still wanted to benefit from the resources that they could provide.

Jimmy thought of himself as a genius. As someone who was a self-proclaimed elite, he was hostile toward other elites. He wanted to find the president and get rid of him.

"It doesn't matter if Steven is the president or not. Touch him and I'll kill you." I cast him a warning look. He only smiled in response.

To be frank, we all understood the situation. If Steven did turn out to be the president, he would've exposed his identity during this incident on the cruise. Because of his relationship with Stephanie, the organization might not trust him ever again.

If that happened, they'd get rid of him.

Hence, it didn't matter if he was actually the president. I just hoped he wasn't.

If the organization of Crowdstar Group turned out to be him, he must've done so to infiltrate the circle and find the mastermind behind everything.

Afterward, Steven left with the group of people. He didn't make our lives any harder.

Maverick looked at us apologetically. He kept lowering his head as he apologized, "I'm sorry... My wife is in their hands. I'm so sorry... I had to."

I stared at him. I'd honestly expected this to happen.

With Steven's intellect, how could he possibly not realize that something was off with Maverick? He had probably noticed straight away but still chose to play into their schemes. He wanted to use this opportunity to be handed over to the Rebels.

Ashton was right—his father went with them willingly. I clenched my fists and didn't say anything else.

Ashamed, Maverick lowered his head and turned to leave.

"We need to get off the deck promptly. The waves are getting bigger. Hurry!" I yelled after the group, urging them to leave.

Una and Jimmy got off the deck on their own.

Xandra pushed Rachel's wheelchair while I led the two kids downstairs.

Suddenly, the ship rocked. Yasmin lost her balance and fell to the ground.

I looked at her indifferently and stood at the door to the deck.

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Evidently picking up on my intentions, she stared at me with a look of panic and horror. She opened her mouth to speak but didn't manage to say anything.

She was still looking at me with a venomous expression. It seemed like she wasn't willing to let anything go. It was as if she wanted to skin me alive.

I scoffed coldly before turning to leave.

I didn't shut the door.

Compared to death, staying alive would bring her more pain. Now that Michael had gotten the information that he wanted, Yasmin was of no value to him anymore.

From now onward, every day of hers would be spent in agony.

With AIDS, she'd have to constantly live in fear of dying. She'd have to suffer as long as she was alive.