Revenge After Death



Outside the door, the masked woman paused and retraced her steps. She scrutinized Steven intently. "Did you claim to be the president of Crowdstar Group?"Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Steven frowned and remained silent.

She suddenly laughed. "The more you say that, the less I believe it. Once your hand is healed, we'll conduct the safe test tomorrow. If you're truly the president of Crowdstar Group, I'll release them. If you're not, I'm afraid everything invaluable will be destroyed."

Steven glared at her, his hands tightly clenched.

I tightly grasped Steven's arm. As soon as the masked woman left, I hugged him and whispered, "Steven, regardless of whether you're the president of Crowdstar Group or not, you can't be him, do you

understand?"

His identity could not be exposed at this time. I was able to confirm that Steven was the president of Crowdstar Group from the moment his hand was injured.

In addition, Steven must have discreetly arranged for someone to be aboard this cruise. Nevertheless, I was completely unaware of their true identities.

Steven stared at me intently. He understood exactly what I meant.

After years of lurking, Genome Society had remained vigilant. Even though Steven had become a powerful backer, they continued to suspect him. Steven still failed to establish real contact with the organization's top leaders.

The cruise game was not only for the Rebels to find the president of Crowdstar Group but also for Genome Society to test the president's credibility. If Steven was confirmed as the president, Genome Society would abandon the lives of everyone on the cruise. It was because they didn't trust him.

Steven was willing to do anything for Stephanie, no matter how crazy it was. Hence, he simply couldn't afford to fail at this time.

At that moment, Steven eventually calmed down and embraced me. "Stephie..."

He didn't say anything else and simply whispered my name. I rested my head on his shoulder, and in that instant, I no longer had any concern for my own identity. All I desired was to reciprocate his intense emotions.

I loved him unconditionally, whether I was Stephanie or not. And if I were indeed Stephanie, it would be even more wonderful. If I wasn't, then I would shamelessly embrace living as Stephanie.

"Stephie..." he persistently called my name, contemplating the unspoken secrets in his heart. I could see how hard he must have worked all these years, building his business quietly in private. He must have endured a lot of grievances.

"Are you tired?" Steven asked me softly, and I nodded.

"Go to sleep." He held me in his arms.

I fell asleep on him. The room was quiet, and everyone was in a heavy mood, as if there would be no

tomorrow.

I fell asleep in a daze. In my dreams, I saw Ashton and Xandra. The two pure-hearted children were holding my and Steven's hands.

In my dream, I observed everything from my point of view. I watched with pure delight as our family ran and flew kites together in the vast grassland. The children were innocent, their eyes as pure as they should be at that age.

Steven was dressed casually, without scars on his body. His bright smile and handsome face could light up any room. As he held me in his arms, we both basked in the warmth of the sun.

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A happy and simple life was what we yearned for. However, even something so simple felt like a luxury to

us.

I must have cried in my dream because my hair was drenched with tears. Someone tenderly wiped away my tears and kissed my forehead. As I gradually opened my eyes, I saw Steven. And just like that, my dreams ceased to be nightmarish.