Revenge After Death



"If the person behind Quinton is someone from Genome Society, perhaps we might be able to discover other laboratories besides Daisy's. You're aware that they won't kill me, but the female officers will surely die if they're to be found out," I whispered, looking at Steven.

We had to uncover the truth.

"I..." Steven hung his head low. "I don't want you to take the risk."

He would have replaced me outright if only he could crossdress. However, he was just too tall for it.

"I'll be fine. You guys can follow along and stay close to me," I reassured while hugging him.

Steven remained silent as he continued to sulk.

Zion sent the list of names to his colleague in the car. "Look into these people."

An officer reported, "They're all wealthy scions, some of whom are successful entrepreneurs. They're indeed a convoy that enjoys off-roading and crossing desolated areas.

"There have been multiple missing person cases associated with them, yet everyone insists that the young women all left the convoy out of frustration. Those women couldn't be found, and there were no bodies, so the cases were left unresolved."

The officers from the police department found that some of them had criminal records.

Steven's sullen gaze darkened as he eyed me. He refused to let someone he treasured take such risks.

I said, "We need to investigate this, Steven."

Despite the missing person cases being a ploy from the Rebels, we were getting closer to uncovering the truth behind Genome Society-perhaps sooner than later.

Steven remained tight-lipped, neither opposing nor agreeing to it. He felt conflicted. He probably only wanted me to live selfishly.

"We don't have much time left together, Stephie," Steven mumbled.

I was momentarily stunned. I couldn't catch what he was saying.

Steven looked at me and said again, "What I meant was, I want to treasure the days we have together. Let's not care about all this and selfishly escape to some uninhibited place. We could bring along the kids and live ordinary lives together, couldn't we?"

I looked at him. What he was talking about was also my dream, which I longed for. But everyone knew that we were living in The Truman Show we would never be safe no matter where we escaped to.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

That was because Genome Society would never let us go-neither would Daisy.

Steven became the person she cared about the most now that her reincarnation project had succeeded. She still needed him to reincarnate her into a youthful body.

"We'd be helping ourselves out too if we were to help them, Steven. With so many of them still missing, they would be in utter despair if they were still alive," I whispered.

I recalled Stephanie Carlson's memories before her death. The fear of being abducted and slowly killed off was truly despairing.

She had no one to save her. It was only when she opened her eyes and saw Steven that it was as if she saw a ray of hope.

Tristan introduced the woman he had been "seeing" for a while to Quinton while they were at a desolate area in the west.

There were nine people in Quinton's convoy. They brought a total of eight young women with them as they prepared to cross the desolated area.

I had put on some makeup and was dressed up modestly. I was in the last car of the convoy. Quinton's driver was the one driving.